Mad as a gnome up a Christmas tree
Royal mail left a slip saying they had tried to deliver a parcel that was too big to go through the letter box when we were out. It had a number to call to get the parcel redelivered and an address where you could collect the parcel. You had to claim it within three weeks, else it'd be sent back.
Fair enough. However, the phoneline was always engaged. I tried loads of times. Finally I got through to an answering machine, gave my details, and requested the parcel be redelivered.
Nothing. I kept trying to get in contact - no luck.
So today, faced with losing the parcel altogether, I set off to collect it. The Royal Mail depot isn't all that far away from where we are, but I'm horrid at directions, so it was with some trepidation I set off.
I found the industrial estate easily enough. However, when they give you the address as the Industrial Estate, they DO NOT mention where the hell on the mammoth, labyrinthine industrial estate it is to be found. I walked up and down this long stretch of road, going into all the parks off it - past warehouse after warehouse. I got to the bottom, then back up to the top again. So I asked at the Snack van in a lay by. Followed directions and came upon some some workers in a very noisy garage. Followed their directions and got back to the far end of the estate. Someone asked me for directions. Finally got to the depot, walked in the wrong bit so had to go round, and collected the long-awaited parcel. It was from one of the Amazon marketplace people.
It was quite big, but very light (only one small book in it). As I began to walk back, the wind was in my face and the parcel was quite unwieldy because of the wind resistance. Knowing it was only a book I opened it, getting a cardboard cut as I did. (Like a paper cut but with more blood.) Unfortunately I had to take my gloves off to open it. Once the book was extracted (small enough to fit in my coat pocket, despite being in a parcel too big to fit through an envelope), I realised that I had dropped one of my gloves. And it was very windy. I retraced my steps, but couldn't find it.
I was seething, and went to the little shop down the road on my way home and spent the last of my change on chocolate. I got halfway through the Mars bar and now feel very sick.
I know, I know, a silly and inconsequential thing to rant about in this much detail, but it made me so cross and wasted two hours of my morning. GRRRRR.