This morning, I was busy planting things in the front garden when my phone alerted me to the fact that an expected delivery of fancy facings had been made at our house. This was a bit of a surprise because I’d not seen a truck or a van or any sort of vehicle arrive or leave our house. I tried to contact DHL but that proved pretty near impossible so I contacted the delivery logistics people. With the help of Christina, we figured that DHL had delivered our facings to someone else.
This was annoying, to say the least. Mirinda has wanted the house to sport a bit of, what they call here in Sweden, carpentry joy. Harald is going to attach it for us. It’s a bit beyond my wood working skills or, indeed, my balance on a ladder. It is really difficult working on a ladder with only one hand, the other one trying to maintain my grip on the wobbles.
My skills, these days, need to be exercised while on terra firma. Even then, it’s handy having walls close by in order to help maintain my uprightness. Which is how I finished the second raised bed this afternoon. Which completed my matching pair.
While I chopped and screwed in the shed, Christina was hot on the trail of our delivery.
She had suggested I search the property for the delivery then, failing any discovery, wander up and down the street, seeing if it was delivered to someone else in our street. The driver, she said, may have been a bit stressed to check if the address was correct. His satnav may have guided him wrong.
I went for a wander rather than argue the point. I did suggest, however, that I should get paid part of the delivery fee if I found it elsewhere and had to self deliver to the house.
I went as far as the lupin house in one direction and up around the bend in the other. There was no delivery. I was getting increasingly annoyed.
A short time later, I received an email from Christina saying that the delivery status had been an error. There had been an issue with the truck and they had to split the load. Moving the package from one truck to the other, apparently, triggered a delivery made response. Which just goes to show how automation isn’t always a good thing.
The driver called me a short time after the email from Christina, and he delivered the facings about five minutes after that. He seemed somewhat fraught and didn’t stay for any sort of chat. I signed, he left, reversing all the way back, down our street.
I then unwrapped the package in the driveway and, with the help of Mr Wheelbarrow, I moved the individual pieces down to the glassroom where they will remain until Harald can fit them onto the house.
While at times, frustratingly annoying and, at others, quite joyful, at least it gave me something to write about today. Thank you, DHL.
