Who could have dreamed that silver sand could go so horribly wrong?
Freecycle came up trumps and even better the people live just round the corner! I rang them and the woman said her dh was just going out anyway and would drop it round. She then attempted to get directions from me (I am shit at directions in the first place and didn't know where their road was anyway - the streets on our estate are all on a "theme" IYKWIM which means I get them all horribly muddled up) and when she realised I was clueless said "Ah never mind, we will find you."
Anyway the chap turned up after 15 mins dumped the sand at the front door and was stomping off up the street when I got to the door (I was all smiles ready to thank him profusely). He barked "I have just gone all the way up to X road thanks to your directions! Why couldn't you say where you were properly? I'm NOT HAPPY!" and stomped some more.
I ran after him bare foot saying "oh please don't go off all upset, thank you so much" etc etc but he was Grumpy mc Grumper. I went back home and burst into tears
Of course now I have got over it a bit I actually feel ruddy cross with him. I never asked him to bring it round, I gave him my address correctly, and did he honestly think I had given his wife incorrect directions on purpose?
AND - the coup de grace - the sand is all manky and has loads of big rough bits in it. Is the sort you get from pet shops like that? I want the very fine, super smooth pale sort. Ruddy &**%^ing sand