Sometimes I despair.
On 30th November, while we were out shopping, the Post Office, or Royal Mail Parcelforce or whatever they are called nowadays did not deliver two parcels. They did leave a card.
Rather than get myself to the Basingstoke Parcels Office, where there is no parking provided, I arranged on-line a re-delivery for Tuesday 3rd December. Sure enough, nothing arrived. I tried again, and managed to reschedule for delivery today.
One parcel has now been delivered. My expected drugs from Pharmacy2U, a very efficient service – if the Post Office is doing its job. I have been waiting for some of these new pills for over a fortnight.
The other “signed for” package, which I am guessing is a couple of gaming cloths for wargaming, was on the postman’s list but apparently not on his van. He was as surprised as I was.
Meanwhile, last Sunday an obliging Amazon delivery agent decided to leave a cardboard package containing two paperback books in full view of the road beneath the drain point for our front porch on a wet afternoon. Amazon have since replaced both ruined books, but one wonders how much revenue they lose due to idiots who can’t even take notice of the pre-registered “safe space” information.
Maybe we should return to the days of physical shopping on the high street. It may not have been convenient, but was at least predictable.