We are currently experiencing some frustration with our local Post delivery service ! On Tuesday although we were in , a note was pushed through the door saying that as we were out a parcel could not be delivered. It could be collected at the local Post Office.
Fine, David went to pick it up on Tuesday afternoon. It wasn't there....must still be in the van. Etc!
He went again on Wednesday and again on Thursday. The man who runs the Post Office is now very embarrassed....he has no explanation for what has happened to the parcel....it's just not there.....
One problem is that we don't know what's in the parcel....we are not aware of anything we have ordered....so it could be anything!
The van man is said to have taken it back to the city....he is not expected back here till next week!
Ho hum! It reminds me of the time when the young man in the next village told me I was out when I clearly wasn't in order to save himself the job of carrying the books I'd ordered up the hill!
Here comes the cry all us old people use when things like this go amiss.
"It wasn't like this in the old days"
Well it wasn't was it?