I was quite confused this morning. A parcel ought to have been delivered last night, this I was informed off at 10 mins to 5 pm! So, I sat up here watching the Heart of Midlothian commit suicide and got a notice at 15 mins to 9 pm that Royal Mail would not be delivering after all.
This morning, just about 7:30, I got a message saying my parcels had been delivered. The attached picture showed two such at someone else's door, an unrecognised door. I went down to look, nothing to see, though two letters had been delivered, possibly late last night. This troubled me, missing parcels, which door, and still not had my coffee.
Then the doorbell rang. A postman apologised for the early hour and offered me a box! It was mine so I grabbed it in both hands. I mentioned the missing parcels and he, as a good postman ought, ran away. I returned to my coffee, once again checked the Royal Mail email and discovered the parcel just delivered had been delivered. Good! I looked again and noticed the other picture, with mysterious parcels, had disappeared. So, the postie had hit the wrong button and left me worrying for nothing, I think...
Anyway, I hobbled around to Tesco for last orders, bumped into a couple of cold church people, stupidly came home the long way via the park, wandered slowly while chatting to a lonely old woman being walked by her dog. This morning I had spoken to several people, possibly the Christmas spirit, possibly this is how this town works.
I spent some times ending an email to several people, four of whom refused it via the Spam Folder, and one who had a mass of words to look at. This sorted itself later. Worn out I slid into a stupor where little happened. Not much change from normal really.
Later, as I ate my frugal tea, my sister called to inform me of my cousins death. She was 90, had suffered dementia for some time and this was somewhat expected. However, that is four deaths I have had in about three months. None were young, and this is what life brings, but it is something I would like to avoid.