You did do something, Boco, you conversed with me half the day about addresses and then when it was resolved with no via-Bocos I had already stuck the little thing on with sellotape so you may as well eat it.
100x - You are very welcome, it was a pleasure. The sickness is probably nerves, no? Have some bracing jaunts wth JJ and you will forget all about feeling sick. Failing that, carry around some Ricola lemon sweets,
they always help me when I am nauseous.
So the things came today. That's good, and um, a little embarrassing. The post mistress thinks I am a complete fruitcake now. I skidded towards the counter and said 'phew, made it, I really want this parcel to go today, and she said I had missed the last collection by five minutes. I looked glum and she said you could always take take it to the sorting office and I said no, my husband wouldn't appreciate having to drive up there after work and I am useless and can't drive.
So, I slunk towards the door leaving the packet to sit there for a day. Then, as I reached the door I swung round and said, 'do you know, those are celebratory chocolates and I would like them to be as close to the celebration as possible. Can I have them back please?' She rolled her eyes and gave it back and as I left she sang, 'you could always try the postbox for your letter, thats not until 5.30 but the packet won't fit.'
It did fit, with room to spare but it hit the bottom with a large donk and I charged back to the post office and said, You said it wouldn't fit but it did and now it has donked and that means there are no letters in there and that means last post has gone and now I can't get it to send BY TOMORROW. She assured me it had not been collected and I assured her the box was empty and the postman had sneakily taken today's at 5.23 instead of 5.30. She just looked at me - clearly thinking, go away and I came home and shouted about it to DH who said of course he would have driven to the sorting office and not minded.
So, um, the upshot is, they did come at 5.30. Ooops.