WAY back when, we were involved with the reconstruction of an Italian farmhouse. So I was neither fazed nor surprised when a client called me yesterday with news: his Italian build is running late, moving his moving-in date somewhat.
Why, I guess you're wondering, should you care? Because if you were thinking of sending something on the PWF van service setting off tomorrow, but were too late to get it together, you've now got until Friday (02 Oct). I've had a happy rearrange in my diary. The service will deliver and pick up things in the Alps over the weekend, then return to Britain untroubled by any need to trundle into Italy. Meraviglioso!
In the meantime I'm off to attack parts of the To Do list that thought they'd got away with remaining undisturbed, and possibly even give the abject filth of PWF Towers a bit of a vacuum.
Buona giornata, tutti!
Phil White
Philip White Freight
WELL, bonsoir, chers Alpiniards tous.
As our beloved leader heads to the doctor to seek a cure for the severe case of pork scratchings his friend Mr Ashcroft has given him, thoughts at PWF Towers turn away from the tawdry goings-on up in Westminster. Such things are beneath our notice, as we have Octobre to consider (and they're not our style, anyway).
While an assault on the rump of the month remains unplanned (although it will surely see action, hungry old thing that it is), its gaping maw will see us drive right on in. For the next PWF van service will quit our West-country bastion on Tuesday 29 Sept. It'll trot into the Alps on Thurs 01 Oct. On 04 Oct, shunning the glare of publicity, it shall head right on back to good old Blighty.
Our Dorset warehouse awaits the bi-fold doors, bathroom hardware, sofas, paint, plumbing equipment and gammon joints that may or may not constitute your (or your builder's) heart's desire.
A bientot, mes amis. I'm off to the Boar's Head...
Erm...
Hmm.
Phil White
Philip White Freight
