So I get a call from the Oil Delivery man who is lost!
The depot is 1/2 a mile from my house

He has punched the wrong postcode into his sat nav and is 5 miles away!
I talk him through the route back. 4 more calls until he finally shows up and I end up "Talking him down" as if he is a stricken aircraft. Well at least I know how ..... should have got out the boys' table tennis bats I 'spose and put into practice skills learned 43 years ago!

After delivering the oil he stands and chats in the pouring rain, I finally get rid of him and come back indoors, removing wet coat.
Just got coat off and Currys phone to say they are en route with the new cooker but are lost

Repeat performance without finding the table tennis bats.
New cooker is in.
Chatty Curry's man is gassing away and wife is trying to get up the narrow lane he is parked in so she calls on her mobile to say "Get that f'king twat out of my way!" I have my phone on loud speaker

The day can only get better
