Last night at 8.30pm I blogged about the potential delivery of a parcel. I waited for it until 10.45pm, at about which time it became clear that the driver had decided to give up, having reached stop number 75 out of 111 stops (I was stop no. 84). I assume he (as I say, almost always a he) took the remaining 36 parcels back to the depot. Which means that one third of yesterday’s delivery route now has to be delivered today. This may all be par for the course in the run-up to that totally unforeseen event known as Christmas, but I have drawn three magnificent observations about it: 1. Information doesn’t equal knowledge; 2. Society’s arteries are hardening; 3. A Brexit related unintended benefit?
Anyway, as of now my delivery is nowhere to be seen and the delivery company’s website is conveniently ‘down.’ A year ago this nationally significant company posted a £58million loss. The only smile brought to my lips in this saga is that it is owned by the Barclay brothers.