
Imagine my surprise, then, as I find that my new out building has been delivered to me encased in vac-pack.
You couldn't even get through the door for use as an emergency latrine without negotiating the impenetrable wall of plastic with a variety of kitchen implements.
At least – looking on the bright side – it'll never get wet, even when the next sou'wester comes roaring over Chesil Beach.
Other things which shouldn't arrive in vac-pack:
- Vaccum cleaners
- Bubble wrap
- Vac-pack
- Elephants (unless you are catering for a particularly large barbecue and wish to keep the steaks fresh)
- Relatives (ditto)
Can't wait to see how the new greenhouse arrives. Filled to the brim with those little polystyrene balls, I should imagine.
Or deep-fried. Who can tell these days?
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