Who am I talking about ? Wally the Welder.
Last week, I had two days off (to celebrate my birthday). We'd planned to get together, he Pat and I for a drink, but this got cancelled due to problems their end.
Welder came over on the morning of my birthday, not only to give me a pressie, but to hand over gifts from Christmas and receive the same from me.
You'll recall I was so ill over Christmas, I saw no one and still had a ruck of presents for people until last week.
I handed over a bag for him, a bag for pat and then alerted him to the fact there was a big slab of toffee for Irene.
Late that afternoon, I received a picture through on my phone of a half eaten slab of toffee. I rang him and expressed dismay. "I told you quite clearly the toffee was for Irene",
"I thought you said biscuits" came the reply.
"Were there any fucking biscuits in either of the bags" I enquired, as there clearly wasn't.
Then I recall a while back when I sent three portions of curry home with him, again one for Irene. Pat blabbed that they'd eaten all three because piglet hadn't told her one was Irene's. She's on a diet anyway, I heard him grunt in the background, still smacking his lips together.
So Irene never got her curry or her Christmas present of toffee all because of a greedy little oinker named Wally !