Day 2266 Odd socks

27th October 2023

There was not tip run today, because it’s shut on Friday, instead I moved more stuff from the small bedroom.

Nicola and Colin were coming back to plant more things to make the garden even more colourful next spring.

I had a message from the company delivering my new phone between 12.45 and 1.45, so my excitement was beginning to rise.

As the time edged closer I stopped what I was doing and kept my eye on the clock.

The time went on, soon it was 2.00 and still no sign, I checked my messages again. Hitting a link told me that it had been delivered at 12.55 and handed to a person called Emma. The photo showed the package handed to a person with black sock with white dogs on them, this was definitely not me.

This is what I feared, now I was on a time crunch, i got straight on to the shop, it was a long shot, but a darn sight better than the web site that didn’t help at all.

“You will have to call customer services” the young girl at the other end of the phone explained.

I eventually got the number and rang it.

Going thorough the menus eventually I was in a queue to speak to a human.

A short wait and I was put through to Arindam who, I was certain was not in the UK.

I explained the situation, and he repeated all the key points.

I was put on hold while contacted the delivery service.

He came back to say that the item was delivered.

I said that I knew that, but it went to a different address.

He put me on hold again, this time for longer.

Well after a 35 minute call he advised me that the item was going to be collected and re delivered to me later that evening.

Arindam gave me several reference numbers and hoped that it would turn out well, but if there was a problem a replacement would be sent out on Saturday.

I felt reassured that something was being done, but my mind started to think more about where it could have gone.

The cottage is not the easiest place to find but much easier since a sign was added with an arrow pointing up a sloping pathway. However anyone new to the area might struggle.

I decided to check another cottage on the main street with the number seven.

I knocked on the door, dogs barked but no one was in. I had the photo on my phone, but it was not the same doorway.

As I was walking back, I had another idea.

Near the top of the hill was another path leading to another row of cottages, could that be the one.

Climbing the stone steps I came across a big gate with a large metal number seven. I walked through, and this was looking hoping.

I knocked on the door and a young girl with black socks with white dogs opened the door.

She handed me the package, apologising that she tried to tell the person it was not the correct address but they were too quick. I not sure why she didn’t try to bring it to me, but I was relieved to have it in my hands at last.

After a day of trauma it was great to have dinner with Jeanine and Mark. I alway enjoy their company, and the meal was delicious. There is always interesting conversation, but when it got on to the subject of food, Almond flour was mentioned, I never thought for a moment that anyone in England had ever heard of it, how wrong was I?

Jeanine gave me a sample of a secret recipe she had made (patent pending) which was an amazing alternative to a cracker. I think I could have eaten the whole stock.

It was the perfect ending of the day, and really for my whole trip.