I've been sat in this morning waiting for a delivery of books. Only, I've been given a little red card to read instead.
Chapter one:
"Sorry, you were out" it read.
"No I bloody wasn't" I said.
"Time: 11-15" it followed.
"Lying gits! If I heard this wafer of a thing coming through the letterbox I think I would've heard a knock" I said, rather vexed now.
Realising that I was now bellowing at a piece of card, I came on here to take out a little frustration. Equally pointless I know, but no one from Royal Mail is within punching distance.
I accept that it's a bit mirky and wet outside, and the Postie doesn't want to dally on the doorstep waiting for deaf aid Doris, but completely dismissing the actual knocking part of the delivery procedure isn't really on in my book.
First to be burned at the stake in my revolution: lying Posties.
Representative smiley for the MSN infested:

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Urgh.