I don't mean my daily delivery guy he is fabulous and has been a great support to me over the last couple of years (always made sure he put my post in my hand when my box was broken) No I hate the customer service people and the managers who will not listen to reason. I am disabled with Rheumatoid Arthritis so getting out of bed in the morning is a very slow painful task. I buy a lot of things on line because I can't shop like everyone else. So I get quite a few deliveries. Royal Mail insist on doing this at anytime after 7.30AM (although they have rung my bell at 7.15AM before).
I get up and go to the intercom. They have gone! They leave a red card in the communal door it gets taken by neighbour from hell NBH. I ring customer services and say can you get them to, wait until I answer the door, deliver after AM when I am up and have had medication or at least put the red card in my designated letter box. They say yes to 1 and 3 and no to 2. Now they still do not wait until I answer the door and when I get the card for redelivery they say again they will come anytime after 7.30AM. So here I sit at 11.58AM and no sign of them! I have been up since AM (the time needed to be able to take tablets so as to be able to answer door to them) This happens every time I re arrange delivery. they don't seem to be able to realise they are using twice as much fuel and twice as many hours re delivering when if they just waited in the first place none of this would be happening.
When I tried to complain (again) and ask them to put in place some sort of system for disabled people who are semi housebound like myself they say they treat everyone equally and "they are not a courier service" which of course they are! and they do treat everyone equally, equally bad!
I have not posted for a long time due to laptop fallout! This when the laptop will not do what you want and it fallout the window! No really it is a stone tablet compared to the new PC I have which I paid very little for it on Ebay and it is so quiet and fast it makes a butterfly sound loud! I have had a really crap month and i am feeling very low at the moment (even the new toy syndrome only lasted a few days). I need to mak lots of changes in my life and some are really scarey going to feed howling beast in kitchen now post more later. (Dogs have owners cats have staff)
If your Vox Neighborhood had a potluck dinner tonight, what dish, drink or dessert would you bring?
I would bring Chocolate mousse cake. It is my best dessert and no one has ever left any on their plate. The great thing is the ingredients are easy and always in my kitchen.
I have a pretty useless wet dreary day sitting around trying to concentrate on lots of things and failing miserably so I decided to go to bed early but first I would have lovely organic strawberry jam on toast and a large cup of organic 80% cocoa hot chocolate mmmm! I lovingly made the hot chocolate and put the ciabatta in the toaster and it all came together at the same time blissss! I took to the sitting room and sat myself down. Ooooh the anticipation was literally drooling down my chin. I buttered the ciabatta then I picked up the jar mmm just enough left or my bread I twisted off the lid of the jar!!!!%%$£""£$£$%$^^&!!!!! Right in the middle of the most exquisite strawberry nectar was a large disc of mould!!!!! I was totally devastated and even the chocolate could not console me. I was jam less in a cruel and heartless world that does not deliver jam at 22.00pm. Oh woe is me!!! Still that will teach me. I should always do as my mother told me and spoon out the jam otherwise you get bread bits in it and bread gets mouldy! Here endeth the lesson for today.
Oh feck! or, feck it! are very common sounds in my flat today everything I start on has been complicated by devices! first the dyson would not collect the cat hair from her bed (feck it) then the washing machine would not expel the water (fecty feck it) handy cam won't come on has added 2 second delay (feckity feck feck it) laptop is randomly picking what tracks fro the CD I am trying to record instead of doing it in order making me have to re do it again and again(major feckty feck and all the little feckers). there are times however when even feck will not do the situation justice.
Postman comes rings bell, land line rings, mobile rings and cat decides to show me how lovely and white her belly is by laying in the middle of the floor under my feet whilst I am trying to do 3 things at once thus making me trip over trying to avoid flattening her and her lovely belly then I land face first into a cardbord box full, thankfully, of paper. That calls for something more lurid and it got it. But in general I find feck very useful.
Hope tomorrow is only a bum day!
I have been having a splashing time today cleaning my kitchen and bathroom and listening and ripping some Mariachi and variations of it for some CD's I am making to play at a Mexican Fiesta BBQ I am organising. We had a BBQ last year and it was fun but I wanted something different this time something a bit "Out There". It's supposed to be a fund raiser for a voluntary group I am involved with and I just went a bit mad.
We are having cocktails and Mexican beer as well as food. I bought a Pinjata too and a 50ft scene spread of cactus in the desert! I tend to go all out when I get an idea and I went a bit nuts on Ebay. there is a postal strike here and my postman says he wants to stay working just so he can see what I get next LOL. I suppose I could keep Amazon and Ebay going all on my own! I have pin the badge on the Gringo sheriff (like pin the tail on the donkey but more bloodthirsty).
So I am having a major house clean just in case the British weather is predictably unpredictable again! I bought a new loo seat very swish dark blue see through with a sort of bubble effect in the perspex. I did not buy it just for the BBQ I am not that extravagant no I am just unusually accident prone with toilet seats. I seem to move around a lot which encourages the fixings to loosen and the next thing I know I'm on the floor wearing the seat as some sort of shoulder harness
I then of course then lose the little screws etc and I have to get a new seat. Once I sat down and the seat moved then snapped in two (no more wooden seats for me) I was extracting splinters for a few hours that time. My problem is I have Rhuematoid Arthritis and I can't sit like other people I have to get into the least painful position to be comfortable, which often leads to me looking like I am riding side saddle on a porcupine hense the stress on the seat and the suicidal tendancies of the screws! Hey ho you have to see the funny side!
I have no idea what I am doing on this as it is my first blog! I have been told to do it by others ever since | got online two years ago and for some reason I have avoided it. So it is at 24.58am on Thursday 9th of August I start! I am half asleep my eyes are closing to the point of no return. My laptop fan is going nuts and the blasted cursor on this thing is flickering like a bloody humming bird on Methamphetamine so I can't correct my spelling. What a stupid thing to do Mstart a blog when you are half awake! But thats me never go for the easy option when the Hawkinesk one will do. I like to rant when I write, I have never written a diary for this very reason diaries are personal and rants, in order to be fully cathartic, are by nature, an audience participation sport so, I suppose everyone was correct this blog business is a good thing for me. i am now so aggressively inclined to the behaviour of this cursor I must stop before my Laptop does that big black plastic crow impression across the room again! So until tomorrow good night all.
