Damn

The fact that I've not posted for a while is an indication that, absurdly and contrary to all experience, I'm not grumpy about anything.

However, this post signifies an end to the silence that you had been enjoying. And the culprit is someone who should be making me happy: Tesco.

We, that is my mother, booked an order online to be delivered to my door. It is not a complicated process, and because of this, all was good. Until the time of the delivery arrived. My mother was out, and so I was going to have to accept the delivery, which would not cause a problem, I have done so in the past for Tesco, the Post Office and various other respectable establishments.

And yet, I am not sat here eating biscuits. Because the man was insistent that an adult be present. Technically, he was right to do this, but I don't care. He is still a fool. I'm not terribly good at suffering fools. I tend to get peeved at them. That is why peace is broken. The man in the van from Tesco. Blame him.