Hmmm…

It’s been one of those weeks.  It’s always the same to me when it’s leading up to a holiday / break / day out…  My husband, son, mum and dad are going to Cologne, Germany tomorrow for the Christmas markets.  We’re only going Sunday – Tuesday, but I’m really looking forward to it.

There’s still so much to do before we can even say we’re remotely ready to go…  We need to clean the house, nip into our local town, go to my mum & dads to pick up the budgie (more about that one later), come home, pack the bags, make sure we’ve got enough nappies, wipes, clothes, etc. for William, and probably lots more that I’ve not even thought about yet.

My wonderful BFF, Becki, has so very kindly accepted my request to stay in our house for the duration we’re away.  It’s not to look after the house (I’m fairly confident the house can look after itself ha ha), but to look after the birds.  I have two zebra finches – a girl named Mocha and a boy named Latte; and my parents’ have a budgie named Sweetie-Pie.

So, why has it been one of those weeks?  Well, I’ve been suffering with a frozen shoulder for a few days now, which is being generous enough to spread right across the back of my neck and over to the other shoulder now.  It’s not so much painful as it is stiff…  I feel like I’ve been stuck in the same position for a long period of time without being able to move.  It’s frustration more than anything.

That’s just one thing though…

This morning I heard the letterbox, with what sounded like a pile of mail…  Obviously the postman was just a little heavy handed, as it was just one slip of card.  “Your parcel has been left in the grey bin”.  A little annoying, as I didn’t hear him knock even though I was awake, but regardless, my parcel was safe and sound, and I now have an amazing little iPod docking station for the living room.

So, about 20 minutes later, we get out of bed and I think I hear a van…  I move aside the blinds to peer out, but it was just one of the neighbours in their car (yes, their car sounds like it needs a new fan belt and a bit of a tune up too), but I notice something…

I immediately start to panic.  “What an f*^king idiot!” I say outloud.  My husband immediately asks me what the matter is.  I explain that some d*ckhead had left a parcel on the doorstep, out in public viewing with all to see.  My husband quickly grabbed his keys and went to retrieve it.

It was something that I’d ordered from Vistaprint.  I’m not blaming Vistaprint for this at all…  But before I continue, I have to say publicly that I am loosing my faith in using them if they are going to continue to use this delivery company.

The parcel had been delivered from a company called ‘Yodel’.  Heard of it?  Well, the amount of complaints made about this company is a joke (see here: Yodel on Facebook).  There was a parcel, and no slip posted through…  So I wouldn’t have even known (and would have lost my money) if one of my (dodgy) neighbours would have seen the appealing brown box and taken it for himself.

A friend of mine had a similar problem a few days ago by this company – An item had been delivered to him by Yodel.  Yodel had very kindly posted a ‘could not deliver’ slip through his door stating “left under your car”.  What it didn’t mention is that is was left under his car in a puddle, and will definitely damage the box…  I’m unsure what the condition of the item was as I’ve not spoken to him for a while, but regardless of the condition, it should be down to Yodel to cover any expenses and compensation.

But, no matter of the type of week I’ve had, I’m going away tomorrow, and I’m really excited to be out of the country for a little while.  There are lots of other things to look forward to this month too – It’s my birthday on 21 December (thanks in advance for your birthday wishes ha ha), and it’s only 17 sleeps left until Christmas!

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