Bugger

[desperance]

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...

Comments

[kazdreamer.livejournal.com]

Sorry about the LHP... Fret not, I'm sure it'll come tomorrow!

[wishwords.livejournal.com]

Open the box! Open the box! Maybe it contains an important message about the LHP? Or it's something that goes with the LHP? Open the box!

Imagine me on Christmas morning.

Do you have a tracking number for the LHP? Maybe that would help you to relax. Though I'd be pretty frantic myself.

[martyn44.livejournal.com]

Open the box? Take the money! My name is Bob Danvers Walker and I used to be a serious journalist.

Sorry about the disappoinment. I know how it feels.

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

just a standard cardboard box containing something-or-other

How can you be so blasé about parcels? It's a cardboard box! With a something-or-other inside! (at the very least, it's a cardboard box for a cat to climb on / hide in / destroy...)

[handworn.livejournal.com]

Have you looked on eBay?

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Yes, but no joy. Misery is everywhere. Oh woe. Etc.