Sod's Law is evidently 'Any of various satirically pessimistic observations propounded as quasi-scientific laws.' Don't I know it!
I have waited non too patiently over two weeks for delivery of Blogging For Dummies; delivery date yesterday at the latest. Nothing doing, not best pleased I e-mail Amazon and wait. Half an hour after the e-mail is sent a note is pushed through the door, silently. The postman has been unable to deliver a parcel. No knock on the door. I check and find the doorbell is working perfectly; not the regular postman obviously, Sod's Law again. I wander up and down the street, either he's running round or he's hiding behind a hedge. Never mind, I'll fetch it tomorrow and enjoy reading it over the weekend. Only the document stipulates a twenty eight hour wait. Which brings you to Sunday and surprise, surprise, the office doesn't open Sunday's! Sod it, Sod it, Sod it, I hope it's worth the wait!
5 comments:
Inspiration is all around you. Your observations and story telling prove you are a true raconteur.
It takes 28 hours for postie to return to office with your package??!!
Hope you can learn lots from your reading.
And just to prove I have read your entire blog - I am commenting twice.
Have enjoyed it immensely, laughed out loud several times, and spilled my tea only once.
The British Post Office has been going down the pan for years. You speak to Derby via Birmingham. Must stop proving I really am Grumpy Old Ken. Thanks for the kind words. I can't get my head round someone reading my stuff in Canada. Do me a favour and say if you get this response. I'm not sure I'm writing in the right box.
Ken Stevens
You are doing right!
And thank you for your comment on mine.
That's thrice - another word no commonly used
Hi Ken
And that's when more problems begin. You can either elect to have it returned to your local post office, if you are fortunate enough to have one, or quicker go to the main Derby Sorting Office. Well, if you don't normally go to town that means travelling to Midland Road where conveniently you have to pay to park. Then you queue with your ticket number whilst the post office staff serves you as quickly as a Unipart car spares assistants. At the same time your parking meter time is running out.
Why they can't leave your parcel with a neighbour or even at a local post office, I don't know.
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