Just a quick grumble to start the day: when did delivery services get so breathtakingly gittish?
An Amazon order I made a couple of weeks ago was finally dispatched at the start of the week, and I missed both deliveries due to, you know, having a job.
The delivery service is now offering me two options. I can either drive 30 miles to pick the package up, at a precisely arranged time and with my passport and a utility bill, or I can wait in from seven thirty am to seven thirty pm for them to drop it off. And that has to be on a week day.
Anything else will cost me extra money: five pounds to choose something as obviously unreasonable as either a morning or an afternoon delivery, or ten pounds if I want it delivered on Saturday, which makes it more expensive than having simply gone for the first class option in the first place.
Right, that's better. Rant over. We now return you to your regularly scheduled program of ranting about comic books and American politics.