My regular postie is lovely. Friendly, reliable, trustworthy. I take in a lot of parcels for a neighbour and he's always grateful. Thus last week he has been in holiday in Lanzarote - he actually knocked to let me know "in case there were any problems" - maybe he's psychic!
So, we had the stand in guy. We've had him before, he's shit. Late, grumpy. The first time he delivered here he failed to actually look at door numbers, which would have revealed that there's no number 3 in our terrace, it goes 1,2,4,5... He delivered number 4's mail through my door, put mine through number 6, including a cheque I was waiting for that I couldn't then retrieve till 6pm, and he was a rude twat when I went out to tell him what he'd done.
Anyway. Husband has just put done recycling out before going to work, and found a parcel stuffed down the back of our recycling box. It's in a brown cardboard box, and light enough to be mistaken for recycling and carted away tomorrow had we not found it. It's not recycling, though, it's my best friend's wedding present! Posted Friday so must have been left there yesterday, but no indication such as a red card (not that it would have been ok to just leave it on the street still, but at least we'd have found it!). We are really lucky it didn't rain last night. It's a handmade piece of artwork, and the wedding is next sat, so could not have been remade in time.
I will be having separate conversations with the artist about why a £55 item was not sent recorded/special delivery when I paid £10 for delivery, but in the meantime AIBU to be planning to rip the postman's head off?