Ordered £250ish worth of school uniform/shoes/clothes to fit my lockdown lard arse.
Yodel. Sat here all day.
Tracking updates to say it’s been delivered to, let’s say, #10, which is next door. I’m #8.
They hadn’t knocked on my door at all, I’ve been sat working in the front room all day.
Next is abandoned, has been for years, the local councils empty homes teams are currently involved (it’s a private house but has stood empty for over a decade). There’s no furniture in it, there’s not even carpet down.
I call the driver who is adamant he delivered it there. I explain why that’s not possible. He then says that #12 and #14 didn’t answer so it was definitely #10.
I explain that I don’t believe he’s been on my street at all given that #12 and #14 are SHOPS. One is being refitted and there’s nobody there at all today (I’m still WFH) and the other is a corner shop that’s open all the time.
He then says I’m a chancer and that he’s got a mate in his van today to prove it so I won’t get my money back, all whilst laughing and swearing.
At that point I did swear back, called him a fucking moron and hung up 
Which is not like me but I’ve had a Hell of a few weeks which has resulted in me being put on Diazepam and I’m also a skint student so cannot afford to reorder these items whilst it takes however long to be sorted.