Grrrrrr.

Don't you just hate it when you stay in all morning to sign for a
delivery, and then, just as the van disappears down the driveway, you
open the parcel to realise the box on the item (which is a present, so
needs to look like it hasn't been stamped on) is totally wrecked.
So now I have to waste another day staying at home so the man can come
back and collect it AND then I have to write off yet another day next
week to be here to sign when he comes back with the replacement.
Haven't these people heard of bubble wrap or timed delivery slots?
Sigh.
AND Charlie and I have to go to the dentist this afternoon.
Not a good day so far!

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