Came in from the workshop at half four to get my daily lech of Rachel Riley on Countdown ( it's an ' old man's ' thing ) and a pot of tea .
There, on the doormat were two letters. I assume that one of my neighbours had come home, found them, and posted them through our door.
Turned out to be bumff, but correctly addressed......Saga trying to flog me something and the Halifax offering me untold riches. They could just as easily been something important and just as easily put through at somone's who was away or less trustwothy.
I assume our regular postie, Steve, is off this week and the job has been entrusted to some temp who can't read English .
I'm surprised they weren't put back in the postbox by the temp, for someone else to deal with.
On top of that. I'd just bent down in the garage and headbutted the metal leg of my workmate, which was hanging up. I split my right eyebrow open and had to rely on masking tape until I could find Nurse Ted to attend to it.
Grrrrr.
Ted
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Why can't they do it properly ? new
Why can't they do it properly ? new