For me it’s the season of parcel deliveries, getting on first-name terms with the couriers, taking in and collecting parcels from and for neighbours and… the dreaded ‘Missed Delivery’ card.
If I had a pound for every time I’ve sat in the house waiting for something to be delivered, which has then arrived the moment I set foot outside the house, I reckon I’d be at least £100 a year better off. I swear the drivers sit around the corner, waiting for me to leave just so they can drop one of these through my door. This one got left with a neighbour, but I’ve had plenty that didn’t.
At least Royal Mail have thought to make their cards all festive. It makes the trek down to the post office and the wait in the stupidly long queue so much better. NOT.
To see posts from people feeling much more festive than I am, check out this weeks Gallery over at Sticky Fingers.