“Hello, this is Comet home delivery, we went to your house but nobody was in so we’ve gone away again, please call us to arrange another day for delivery”
Oh, ok, so this’ll be the 30 minutes notice I asked for. Having deleted the message in a fit of ‘I’m gonna cancel my order ‘cos you’re a bunch of incompetents’ I started randomly calling numbers from my ‘recent missed calls’ list in the hope of finding someone who knew what I was talking about. If you received a call that went along the lines of “Hello” “Hello” “What do you want?” “Well, you called me, what do you want?” with no rational explanation, please accept my apologies. Finally somebody seemed to know something about it, but who was currently in a van heading away from my house. By some bizarre mixture of anger and dispair I managed to convince them to turn around after their next drop and come back.
So, this evening, I’ve been playing with my new washing machine. It goes around, and it really does only have two buttons on it. And a dial. But you must have a dial. Its not a washing machine if it doesn’t have a dial. I even have a handy efficiency sticker that I can stick onto something inappropriate – do you reckon I could realistically mark my car as ‘B’ rated for electrical efficiency? What about its water consumption?
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