A six week contract comes to an end after seven months.
As you may have guessed from my previous post I have sent my race suit back: I wouldn’t be truly happy until I had something that fitted correctly, even if it cost me (and them) extra in the long run.
Old people should be banned from post offices at lunch time. It’s not as if they don’t have all day to do whatever they are doing at the front of the queue.
I’ve received today my replacement race suit. I just tried it on and it is still tight (especially around the crotch (cue jokes)) despite being an L. However I was able to sit down this time. One thing I did notice about the suit was that it had a diagram on the flap that […]