My package, let no one bring it me

[desperance]

Oh, I am no good at this. Waiting in. Friday I waited, and the courier never came. Today their website does at least acknowledge my existence, and my package too; it went on the van in Sunderland at 9.55am. Which is six and a half hours ago, and not more than half an hour's drive away. And yes, I know there will have been other packages also, other deliveries to make; and even so. Six and a half hours. I have read, I have written, I have cooked. Now I am listening to the thunder. Soon I shall be gibbering.

[When it comes - since you ask - it is a book. Which I have no time to read, obviously.]

Here comes the rain. Good-oh. I disapprove of thunder without rain. Also houses without books, days without deliveries, Chaz without easement.

Twenty-seven minutes before I can legally open a bottle. *waits*