After work today I rang the company which had promised to deliver the raised beds – they had said the beds would be delivered in to them on Thursday and then out to me either on Thursday or Friday. And before they delivered them they’d ring.
I heard nothing yesterday or today. So at 4:30 pm I called. They said they had already been delivered to me. The driver had signed them off. I said they hadn’t. Several telephone calls later they had telephoned the driver who said yes he’d delivered them, and left them behind the Maestro.
“I don’t have a Maestro. And there’s been no one in.”
“And you had promised to telephone me to arrange delivery.”
“Let me check up for you.”
Another couple of telephone calls later (something about confused tickets) someone dared to say they couldn’t deliver them until Wednesday. In my best Cybil Fawlty voice I told them that was no good at all. That I have a man coming to help me in the garden tomorrow at 10 am as they’d promised me the raised beds by Friday at the latest, and how on earth could I turn around and tell him there’s nothing to do?
They have promised me the raised beds by 11 am. We shall see.Any hoo, Christina would have been proud of me.
So two things have gone wrong today – the first being an incident in the little fridge in the utility where we keep a few drinks and the insulin. I went to check that the bubbly for tonight’s little party on the green had been safely secured in there.
When I opened the door I discovered that the entire contents of the fridge had been sprayed with a dark brown substance that had subsequently frozen in place. Crunchy little crystals of Diet-Pepsi.
Of course I was running late for work, but had to do something with the mess… which meant I half did something, and left the rest for later.
All day I have had my fingers crossed that there wouldn’t be another ‘thing’ prior to our party-on-the-green. A very large black cloud has been threatening on and off since about three.