It is Saturday, the only day I’m home and some deliveries are to be made. I’m on the phone to a DIY chain (you can guess who) because they’ve messed up my garden furniture order for the balcony of my new apartment. I try to explain two outdoor chairs have been paid for but they have only delivered one. For some reason this is difficult for them to digest.
So, I find myself reading out order and product numbers and then, at the same time, the doorbell rings. Rings. And keeps ringing. But, if I lose this vital phone connection with the garden furniture people, I know I will be spending twenty minutes listening to robotic instructions. So, I hold onto that telephone conversation for dear life.