Pre dawn down, stairs. Was awake. Time rushes by. Wind the clock forward, at pace. Back to bed after making the tea. Back down for breakfast. Up, down, turning around, brewing the tea and defying the ground. I have another pot, of tea, in front, of me.
Bugger. Just missed a parcel delivery. Both of us were in but were otherwise engaged and didn’t hear the doorbell. The Ring doorbell is not the most reliable going. Now got to pick it up from the Carlton Centre Post Office tomorrow. Annoying innit.
What if I was a little old person who couldn’t get to the door in time. I certainly was the latter. I almost certainly know what it is and due to the value will probs have needed signing for. Ah well.
Got another delivery coming between 11.10 and 13.10. Quite precise that. I’ve had examples of DPD arriving five minutes early and having to wait for the delivery window before letting me sign for something. This ain’t DPD. So I’m sat on the settee in the snug using my laptop.
I’m wearing my spare specs this morning because I stood on my Oakleys in the shower room. Fortunately it looks like an easy fix but I’ll need to take them in to Clearview Opticians, when I have the car. Always something innit.