Just hanging around. . . . .

It's Christmas morning and you're an eight year old. Ripping the paper of your presents you realise the hoped for pressie isn't there and you're heart sinks. . . .

Fast forward to today. You're a forty year old who has taken the day off work because your new camera is being delivered, but the camera never comes. It's coming on Monday now, when I'm back at work, so will have to collect it from a courier who will almost certainly be closed by the time I get home.

Grrr......

I'll return to Warehouse Express in future and give them my pounds.