Thanks to the sales, the luck of the Irish and EBay, my front path is getting well trodden. This pleases me, but unfortunately Orinoco has a thing against deliveries and the people who make them. Everything from the post man to the Kleeneaze man they all get the same reception, a loud one. What I want to know is how the heck he knows to sit by the door and wait but he has mastered that.
The poor man from DPD has been so busy with Kandee deliveries that he knows just to laugh at the dog and totally defeats the noise. How ever the new yodel man nearly hopped over the fence with shock. Anyway we should have had a few days off from the noise till Friday when the next lot is due, by which time my headache may have subsided.
In the mean time I am now resting my back as the case of Coke that arrived today has totally stuffed it. The thing is the delivery men make it look very light to carry these parcels, and up to five years ago I used to be able to swing these cases about, but now a days anything more than a kilo and I am in trouble, so a case of 24 cans are well out of my limit. However as no one tells you what is in the box till you sign for it and take it , I had no clue and now my back is seeking revenge.
As I started writing this page it was Tuesday, and I have just got to complete this blog to a) find the poor postman carrying 90% of the outstanding parcels down my path and b) having won something else to add to the total of the parcels expected. So I have increased my postman's loathing for me, and the dog induced headache. But I look at this way, by being a total girl I am keeping many postal services in order.
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