I was being so good this morning. I did work before breakfast, and after; I answered e-mails; I was calm and efficient, not mad with impatience and desperate to get into town to collect the Laptop of Heavenly Perfection from the people who had tried to deliver it on Wednesday. I took my time. Even when I did go, I didn't run, I didn't even bustle.
I got there, I stood quietly in the queue, I handed over my delivery card.
And y'know what? It wasn't. The LHP. At this time of writing, I don't even know what it was: just a standard cardboard box containing something-or-other, I haven't bothered to open it. I am sooooo frustrated. And anxious now, of course, in a way I wasn't before. We are well within the delivery-window; if it hasn't come by this time tomorrow, I shall fret all weekend and compose anxious messages to send off Monday morning. This is so not what I wanted...
I got there, I stood quietly in the queue, I handed over my delivery card.
And y'know what? It wasn't. The LHP. At this time of writing, I don't even know what it was: just a standard cardboard box containing something-or-other, I haven't bothered to open it. I am sooooo frustrated. And anxious now, of course, in a way I wasn't before. We are well within the delivery-window; if it hasn't come by this time tomorrow, I shall fret all weekend and compose anxious messages to send off Monday morning. This is so not what I wanted...