Today, the shipping agents delivered my belongings that I had sent over from England, after holding them at Pireaus for 5 whole weeks 'cos the agents in the UK and at Pireaus got confused.
They delivered it all this morning on 3 huge pallets, that I couldn't fit into the lift, so I had to unload them all infront of the apartment, whilst still wearing my lovely Khaki PJ's!
Malcolm finally managed to drag his lazy a**e out of bed and join me.
He watched me struggle to unload a pallet (it was 6 feet tall, and all boxes), moaned at me for coming out in my PJ's, moved 4 or 5 lightweight boxes and retreated to the loubge and flopped on the sofa.
I was left with another 30 boxes to move - I had to put them in the lift, run upstairs and move them from the lift to the flat, and go and do it all again - several times.
I then unpacked the boxes, got rid of all of the rubbish, and started putting all of the stuff away.
The cheeky arse asked me to make him a cuppa (like I had nothing better to do), and when I had the nerve to ask him to help, he told me his back was bad from 'all of that lifting' and told me I would have to do it without him as he was going for a long hot soak in the bath.
I am still putting things away and there are still a load of boxes in the bedroom to unpack, and he expects the flat to be tidy by 11pm becasue we have someone coming to stay.
I never knew anyone could be so damn selfish, and I will NEVER do anything to help him again!
He is a lazy t**t, and I am sooooo p***ed off with him!
Right, rant over!!!!
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... kick him in the nuts..... that'll take his mind off his bad back! 
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