Cold limbo
I feel like the world has been cancelled, although I guess it’s only Hampshire.* There were three of us for service ring on Sunday, and Colin cancelled practise last night.
Hellhounds are sustained and unremitting however. And since tomorrow is not merely going to be a day redolent of thrillingness and wonder, involving, as it does, a plumber** and some Computer Men, not to mention the delivery of a package,*** it is going to be a day redolent etc that starts very early†. So let’s have some photos, and then I can go to bed before dawn.††
"And I'm the biggest, meanest SOB in the valley"
devil dogs
"Aieeeee! Shub-Niggurath!"
"Play with me!" "Who is this low person?"
* * *
* And Scotland. Had an email last night from a friend up there saying they’re so snowed in they’re wrapping Christmas presents because they might as well.^ I admit I’m not quite that desperate yet.^^
^ Which does mean they already have them to wrap.
^^ Since you ask, if I wrapped all the gifts-in-waiting already sitting in various corners of my various houses, I would be nearly all done. Barring my impossible husband. I’m also playing media-tag with one of my least-favourite delivery companies+. This particular least-favourite delivery company failed to deliver something only a few weeks ago. It didn’t need to be signed for, and I had filled in one of those useless boxes on the seller’s screen++ saying ‘please LEAVE behind gate’. I came home to a nondelivery note through my door. I was told over the phone that if I would email them an official statement that they could always leave stuff behind the gate, they would put it in my file. I did this. Yesterday, which you will remember was not a good day for customer relations, I came home to another note through my door . . . ARRRRGH. It also clearly states that attempted redelivery must be booked. I was waiting for the headache to go away, so I didn’t bother with this yesterday—I know about the charm and responsiveness of their rebooking system. Today I came home to another note through my door from the same non-delivery company, saying, we tried to redeliver! Just because we’re so nice! But we’re tired of you wasting our time! So if you don’t ring us up immediately we’re going to ship your parcel back to sender! ARRRRRRGH! Meanwhile, just in case you’re thinking that maybe they never got my email . . . I not only had an actual acknowledgement, apparently from a human being, or at least a programme which had been given a human name for improved client interaction, the day after I sent it, but today in my inbox was a memo from these jokers on the highly relevant-to-me topic of corporate parcel-collection regulations. ARRRRRRRRRGH. Maybe Peter would like a Hand-Crushed Non-Delivery Van for a lawn ornament?
+ This is an oxymoron. In the first place they’re all my least favourite. In the second place, they don’t deliver . . . which is why.
++ Yes, I have written to Large Famous Wild Things Preservation Society about the mysterious disappearance of my tiger. They have not yet responded.
** Do most of you blog readers follow me on Twitter? I have no idea about the overlap of all these on-line social network things. Anyone who does follow will have seen a terse, all-cap tweet at the inappropriate hour I had been planning to have a bath last night/this morning: I HAVE NO HOT WATER. I still have no hot water. But I do have a plumber coming tomorrow. I hope.
*** Grrrrrrrrr
† As I count such things
†† Meanwhile the temperature is busy plummeting, the local weather forecast is full of hissing between teeth and scowling audible even on the radio, and everyone may be frozen to their driveways tomorrow morning. Including me.
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