White Van Man
White Van Man, that’s been me this weekend. Should have had a rolled-up copy of the Sun in my back pocket and a packet of tabs tucked in the sleeve of my t-shirt. Loads of stuff taken to Emmaus and the tip. Mum and Dad’s old sofas are now safely ensconced in the lounge, and they are so much more comfy than the crappy old one from Habitat. Actually, they’re both roughly the same age - about 5 years - but the Habitat one really didn’t stand up to being sat upon. Rubbish. I’ll probably never buy furniture from there again.