David Brider (davidbrider) wrote,
David Brider

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Permission requested to seethe?

My mum, out of the goodness of my heart, agreed to my request to pop round to my house and check whether the expected parcel from Amazon containing Sarah's redelivered Christmas present had arrived.

It had.

It had, as I feared, been left on the crukking doorstep.

I'm willing to bet good money that that was how the last one went missing - left on the doorstep, someone made off with it. If my mum hadn't gone round to check, who knows whether I'd have had a present to give to Sarah?

This may be a daft question, but whatever happened to popping a card through the letterbox of the "we tried to deliver but you were out" variety?

Honestly, the post office hasn't been the same since my grandfather left. If he hadn't been cremated, he'd be spinning in his grave.

I think I may have to write a sternly worded letter to the post office about this one. I don't often get really angry, but this is too much.

OTOH - my mum's brilliant.

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