Delivery fail

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I was meant to get an important delivery tomorrow. I woke up to several messages saying it would be delivered today instead. Great! But I had plans. So had to take a raincheck and rearrange a few other bits so I could be here.

Now I’d had a few failed deliveries recently. Frustratingly I was actually here. So I checked my doorbell. It seems it had stopped working. Fixing it was on the list. In preparation for today’s delivery, I moved it up the list. Quite impressed with myself for fixing it. Nothing a screwdriver and some WD-40 couldn’t sort.

I patiently waited for said delivery. I even moved to work on the sofa so I could see when anyone came to the door. No-one arrived so I checked the tracking details. It said the parcel was refused. Huh?! I was right there…

Cue terse phone conversation with the delivery company. Yes, I actually got to speak to a person! A real, life one too. She told me that ‘because the road was closed’ the delivery driver moved onto the next one.

Now it’s true that they are doing gas works and have closed a bit of the road, but there is another perfectly open way to get to my house. Any SatNav worth it’s salt would have rerouted him.

And the bit that’s closed is maybe 50m at best. The driver had my number, I would have happily walked up the road to meet him. Or he could have walked to me.

By this point, I’d hit my exasperation levels as you can imagine. A lack of communication really annoys me. So does a lack of common sense. When did common sense become a rare skill?!

Let’s hope the next delivery driver actually uses their brain a bit more. Not that I actually know when they are going to try and deliver it. I’ll have to wait till tomorrow for that joy.

Still I now have a working doorbell. And while I had the WD-40 out, I sorted out the sticky door on the Buddymobile. So not all bad…

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So 2020 was going to be my year. The year I got my life sorted after being served redundancy notice from my job in November 2019. The year I ticked off more things from my horsey bucket list. The year I got my mental health back under control and reduced stress in my life. I had a plan. And it was a good one. Then the plan changed dramatically on 2 January. I came off my horse at speed and broke my ankle. Badly. Like all good equestrians, I got back on and rode back to the yard, sorted Buddy out and then drove myself to A&E. That’s where this journey really began... I was sent home from A&E and told to crack on, only to receive a phone call later to say they’d missed a fracture (and a rather serious one at that). Whoops! So fracture clinic on 3 January, surgery on 5 January and home to recover. I started this blog as a way to chart my recover back to the saddle. As I cleared clinics and competitions out of my diary and wondered what the next few months would bring, it's been a safe space for me to say how I'm feeling. The new plan was to get a new job, to keep Buddy is kept ticking over and recover from my injury. Another good plan! I didn't expect a global pandemic, lockdown and all that happened in 2020. This blog has changed over time but it's continued to be my safe space to share the things going on in my life, with Buddy and the cats. Enjoy!

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