Friday, November 25, 2016

Gathering Winter Fuuu-uuuuu-el


Trying to stay calm when you have to wait in for a delivery of some sort or other is not easy. What I am waiting in for today cannot simply be taken in by a neighbour, as happens sometimes without too much difficulty. This is a truck coming to delivery enough smokeless fuel for the rest of the winter. If you don’t wait in for the delivery it will just be unloaded on a pallet and left outside at the bottom of the driveway and may be a few bags short by the time you get home. It is hard to understand why delivery people cannot give you a rough time of arrival because it is unreasonably to expect anybody to wait in all day. Later on this evening I have a delivery from the supermarket and they have a one hour time slot of your choosing and so far I have never had one of these deliveries turn up late. 

Acknowledging our order, the email informed us that they would be delivering the fuel between 8am and 6 pm today. That is not very good for something that has cost nearly £500. 

When we drive around the country making collections for our clients after one of their buying trips the shops that we are picking up from will want to know roughly what time we are coming to them and most will want to know more than between 8am and 6pm! For a start, most antique dealers do not open their stores before 10am and the very minimum idea of time will be morning or afternoon, very few will come in early and will need us cleared well before closing time so that they do not get delayed. 

Steve has rung me at home several times to see if I have heard from Dawson Fuels because he will need to leave work to come home and bring it all in before we find that we have made a charitable donation to supply warmth to another family. 

Still, since I am feeling a little more life like today and I have kept busy doing lots of little jobs that have been left whilst I was poorly, although I would have liked to have got out for a while for some fresh air because it is such a lovely day today, blue sky and sunshine.

My dear husband Stephen who is spookily psychic turned up at home five minutes before the truck arrived without them calling with the requested thirty minutes notice prior to arrival. Ten minutes to three. 

It could have been worse.

 

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