There has been quite a bit of harrumphing, huffing and puffing in this household this morning. We live quite rurally and have had about 2 and a half feet of snow. Needless to say, the postman has not been delivering our mail. Now ordinarily this would mean no bills and that equals happiness (albeit on a temporary basis)
However, the hustacle has a few things on order, my Christmas pressie being one (and the most important of course) and he is getting a bit itchy and scratchy about the whole thing. I can see his point I suppose, the postie drives right by our farm track on his route to other villages. What makes it even worse is that when hustacle trudges in to the town sorting office, he is informed ALL of our backlogged mail is on the van!
You remember the one, the one that drives past us twice a day and doesn't stop!
As I type, he has just driven off again in search of the postman, who if he has any sense has stopped off for a nice warm cup of tea somewhere. He will then go back to the sorting office only to be handed leaflets on stair lifts, slipper shoes and conservatories! You can imagine the happiness he will exude when he gets home.
I really don't think the post office realise the friction this causes in our household, but I tell you one thing, if my Christmas present doesn't turn up, that postie will be devoid of his Christmas baubles!
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