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Dec. 3rd, 2011 12:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycol"I've re-arranged that delivery to be on Saturday," Richie said.
"Oh, good," I replied. We are having some delivery difficulties, you see. At one point stuff used to just be left outside our door. Sometimes they would be left with Downstairs Below Us, who we at least know on the basis that he helped carry our sofa up the stairs, I crashed into their car and their babu wakes us up on average four times every night. Anyway, they took the signed stuff for us and either bought it upstairs or nabbed us on our way in from work. GOOD TIMES. The building is now more full, though, and we have a suspicion the new neighbours across the way nicked something from us. We know this because it was bloody well signed for!
Anyway, this parcel that failed to be left on Wednesday was for a cake stand for our wedding. EXCITING TIMES. I was happy to go and pick it up from the post depot this morning, but hey, re-delivery sounded good. Post would get here, I would then get showered and go out and ironically get to the Post Office before it closed in order to send out bridesmaid dresses and then do my other bits and bobs that need doing today.
Instead am still in my pajamas as worried that when I do hop in the shower the postman/lady will turn up and I will be all naked and there will still be no cake stand. The wedding is months away, we didn't even need the bloody cake stand, but it was on sale and is all pretty
and stuff.
Am still in pajamas and failing to do anything at all with my day now. Not that I object to sitting in my pajamas on a Saturday, surfing the web and re-reading The Pillars Of The Earth but such is life.
"Oh, good," I replied. We are having some delivery difficulties, you see. At one point stuff used to just be left outside our door. Sometimes they would be left with Downstairs Below Us, who we at least know on the basis that he helped carry our sofa up the stairs, I crashed into their car and their babu wakes us up on average four times every night. Anyway, they took the signed stuff for us and either bought it upstairs or nabbed us on our way in from work. GOOD TIMES. The building is now more full, though, and we have a suspicion the new neighbours across the way nicked something from us. We know this because it was bloody well signed for!
Anyway, this parcel that failed to be left on Wednesday was for a cake stand for our wedding. EXCITING TIMES. I was happy to go and pick it up from the post depot this morning, but hey, re-delivery sounded good. Post would get here, I would then get showered and go out and ironically get to the Post Office before it closed in order to send out bridesmaid dresses and then do my other bits and bobs that need doing today.
Instead am still in my pajamas as worried that when I do hop in the shower the postman/lady will turn up and I will be all naked and there will still be no cake stand. The wedding is months away, we didn't even need the bloody cake stand, but it was on sale and is all pretty
and stuff.
Am still in pajamas and failing to do anything at all with my day now. Not that I object to sitting in my pajamas on a Saturday, surfing the web and re-reading The Pillars Of The Earth but such is life.
