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Meanwhile.....
When last year, a temporary adversity caused me to try the on-line ordering and delivery service of my chosen supermarket, I was quite prepared for the sheer delight of virtually scouring the shelves in the comfort of my armchair, taking my time in the selection of comestibles and awaiting their arrival on my doorstep. I was not prepared for the excitement that comes from the odd slip up.
My first order was duly delivered and I discovered that I had somehow acquired four pints of black currant juice and a light bulb. The lady in customer services at the other end of the phone told me not to worry, they would reimburse the rightful owner when they phoned in to complain, and I might as well keep the goods as the vans were too busy to collect them. I felt a small wave of triumph at my win, tempered by the guilty image of some poor person stumbling about in the dark trying to find the phone to complain while soothing their fractious children as they sipped unhappily at their flavourless water.
A few weeks later I received a packet of instant custard and some mange tout peas which were so nice in our salad (the peas, not the custard) that I have continued to buy them (could this be a sneaky advertising ploy?), and last week I found some strange objects that I think are King Henrys - you know, “I’m ‘enery the eighth, I yam, I yam”. Of course, this sort of happenstance works both ways, and I’m still pining for my frozen scampi.
But this week something really exciting happened. It is becoming increasingly difficult to book a delivery slot and so I have taken to arranging mine three weeks in advance by securing the slot by ordering half a dozen ciabatta rolls (because we like them and because they’re currently on special offer), and then completing the rest of the order the day before its delivery. So this week, I duly completed my list and waited for the luxury of delivery.
The bell rang and I opened the door expectantly to receive..... six ciabatta rolls. I had completed the order but forgotten to confirm it. Special offer those rolls were and they cost me seven quid.
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