What A Day
Before I screwed my back up I could go from being asleep, to shaved, showered, and dressed, in less than ten minutes. Now, it is a minimum of 90 minutes on a good day.
If I’m expecting any post I might have to sign for, or parcels that won’t fit through the letterbox, I need to be up and ready by 7:30 am. So one alarm is set for 5am, one for 5:30am, and a third for 6am, and that’s what I did this morning as I was expecting two parcels.
Now I’d worked out my day precisely so that I would be able to do things tomorrow, like go shooting. By noon I realised the parcels would not be coming and I tweeted about it. Bear in mind that my mental health leads to my anger being like a short fuse, I smoulder for a while before exploding. So I included royal mail in my tweet.
The upshot was that I got told that my packages weren’t on a guaranteed service and that they aim for next day delivery. At that point I tweeted that I was going to get food and to sulk, very adult I know. Where I live, you never see a postman or woman out after about 1pm on a Friday. So imagine my surprise when a Post Office van arrives at my front door at 3:45, and a driver, who is doing his best to disguise that he is seriously pissed off, knocks on my door.
My packages had arrived, and while I know that royal mail/post office staff most definitely will not search through a delivery office for parcels that might not have made it out for delivery, I must show my gratitude to the member of staff who noticed that a couple of parcels should have been delivered this morning, and used their initiative to get them sent out. Thank you, I really do appreciate it.
Of course I decided to try and make back the time I lost, put my Tens on and did a job in two hours, that I planned on taking four hours to do. Yeah I blasted my back with electricity for two straight hours as I stood working. When I sat down and turned the Tens off, well I think whimpered is a good word for what I was doing in between the swearing…
So right now, I’m borked, but relatively happy, let’s see if I get to shoot tomorrow.
