Street Watching

Don’t you just hate it? You arrange to be available on the day a parcel is suppose to come to your house.

Whilst most people would take the opportunity to catch up with house chores, I can’t do that. I can’t hear the doorbell unless I sit in the hall.

So I sit by the lounge window overlooking the street from 8am to whenever it arrives. There’s no pattern.

Today is one of those days where the courier failed to turn up at all. Their tracking website showed as “in transit” to my address.

I wasted a whole day watching an empty, deserted suburban street, bored out of my skull.

Thanks DHL. I will have to do it all over again on Monday.