About 10.25am this morning I got a call from Raife Henkle who was in a bit of a panic asking my whereabout as I'd arranged to met him at his house prior to flying out to BG. I informed him in a nice calm manner that I was in bed eating pizza with Gogsetta. To which he reply but were flying out today, I replied no we're not, he said yes we are.
Raife then informed me that Mrs H and their son Raife Junior were at their front door with bags pack awaiting our arrival. After about 30 minites I ...
About 10.25am this morning I got a call from Raife Henkle who was in a bit of a panic asking my whereabout as I'd arranged to met him at his house prior to flying out to BG. I informed him in a nice calm manner that I was in bed eating pizza with Gogsetta. To which he reply but were flying out today, I replied no we're not, he said yes we are.
Raife then informed me that Mrs H and their son Raife Junior were at their front door with bags pack awaiting our arrival. After about 30 minites I managed to convince him that the flight wasn't until Sunday.
Raife then got into a bit of a panic as he had convinced Jorvik and his wife that we were flying out today and that they were presently on the A1 heading towards Newcastle Airport.
I just don't know how Raife manages to run a business when he doesn't even know day he is suppose to go on holiday.
Sorry Raife I know I promised that I wouldn't tell anyone but what a PLONKER you are.