(Things that, around here, pass as) DRAMA!
We'd heard, from Darren-the-DPD-man and Yodle Guy* via TWWOTV, that the local Hermes driver quit in a huff and with a house full of parcels, which was unfortunate timing.
This morning, I had two emails from Amazon to say that my parcel was out for delivery today with Hermes**, so I awaited with interest. As I was taking Jo out for her (rather short: it's foul weather) walk, I passed a car coming down the hill and was asked by the driver where my house was (I do like easy questions). He was the new (he hastened to add) Hermes driver and knew absolutely nothing at all about what had been going on, no sir, couldn't tell me a thing.
* This naming convention says more about Amazon's local courier preference than anything else
** DPD must be really busy, Amazon never use Hermes
After I got back, and recovered the parcels he'd (as requested) left in the garage, I went out to do things related to horse food, both before and after the horse is involved in the process (it's, as mentioned, a foul day. They went in the stableyard for a couple of hours this morning, and are back in there now for a bit, but in between I put them back into their stables). The horses were determined to get into the barn, source of All That Is Tasty Other Than Grass, so I had the door shut. Fortunately, I popped out to put some hay in the stables and saw a van on the drive. Going to the house revealed the presence of another Hermes driver, this one with, I suspect, the contents of the ex-driver's house. He also didn't know the route, and treated me to an exasperated rant (you'll have to imagine the Italian accent) about why don't you people have numbers on your houses, everyone else has numbers, it's not too bad for this house because it's all alone, but why don't you have numbers in the villages? And why don't people even know what the house next door is called? Is it really so hard to have numbers? What is it with this country?
Anyway: I got a completely unexpected package, which I would never have missed (part two of a Christmas present that I'd assumed came in one part only), and he was last seen on TWWOTV's drive, so I assume she's also got the one she was waiting for.
In other potential drama, Mrs Top Of The Hill's pointless gate across the road that is only there to annoy people into not using the road (as distinct from TWWOTV's PGATRTIOTTAPINUTR) is off its hinges and propped up against the fence. Now, it has been incredibly windy for the past 24 hours or so, and it wouldn't surprise me to learn that the hinge had come out of the probably-rotten post, but it also wouldn't surprise me to learn that, knowing the Top Of The Hill's have gone away until the new year, one of Persons A, B or C has nipped out there and taken it down. It also wouldn't surprise me if it vanishes entirely in the next week or so, although that could equally be down to Persons C, A or random unknown (I can't see B bothering, though, not having anywhere out of sight to easily stash it).
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This morning, I had two emails from Amazon to say that my parcel was out for delivery today with Hermes**, so I awaited with interest. As I was taking Jo out for her (rather short: it's foul weather) walk, I passed a car coming down the hill and was asked by the driver where my house was (I do like easy questions). He was the new (he hastened to add) Hermes driver and knew absolutely nothing at all about what had been going on, no sir, couldn't tell me a thing.
* This naming convention says more about Amazon's local courier preference than anything else
** DPD must be really busy, Amazon never use Hermes
After I got back, and recovered the parcels he'd (as requested) left in the garage, I went out to do things related to horse food, both before and after the horse is involved in the process (it's, as mentioned, a foul day. They went in the stableyard for a couple of hours this morning, and are back in there now for a bit, but in between I put them back into their stables). The horses were determined to get into the barn, source of All That Is Tasty Other Than Grass, so I had the door shut. Fortunately, I popped out to put some hay in the stables and saw a van on the drive. Going to the house revealed the presence of another Hermes driver, this one with, I suspect, the contents of the ex-driver's house. He also didn't know the route, and treated me to an exasperated rant (you'll have to imagine the Italian accent) about why don't you people have numbers on your houses, everyone else has numbers, it's not too bad for this house because it's all alone, but why don't you have numbers in the villages? And why don't people even know what the house next door is called? Is it really so hard to have numbers? What is it with this country?
Anyway: I got a completely unexpected package, which I would never have missed (part two of a Christmas present that I'd assumed came in one part only), and he was last seen on TWWOTV's drive, so I assume she's also got the one she was waiting for.
In other potential drama, Mrs Top Of The Hill's pointless gate across the road that is only there to annoy people into not using the road (as distinct from TWWOTV's PGATRTIOTTAPINUTR) is off its hinges and propped up against the fence. Now, it has been incredibly windy for the past 24 hours or so, and it wouldn't surprise me to learn that the hinge had come out of the probably-rotten post, but it also wouldn't surprise me to learn that, knowing the Top Of The Hill's have gone away until the new year, one of Persons A, B or C has nipped out there and taken it down. It also wouldn't surprise me if it vanishes entirely in the next week or so, although that could equally be down to Persons C, A or random unknown (I can't see B bothering, though, not having anywhere out of sight to easily stash it).
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