none in where no door exists

It ought to be slightly easier to get a fucking parcel successfully delivered when Nicky is off on maternity leave and able to intercept packages before they're handed over to neighbours without notification for an extra three days every week, but when something is ordered from Germany with the unfortunate side-effect of being handed over to Parcelfaeces when it enters the country despite being initially handled by DHL (and despite the option at the checkout saying "Royal Mail") it's hard to aim the purchase to arrive on a day when she's likely to be in, so this mis-addressed car ended up being my only hope of retrieving the spokes and nipples for my new back wheel, whose hub and rim were collected locally last week. Unfortunately, despite not requesting the service, the parcel was dumped at the local post office rather than the depot. Unfortunately, the slightly lengthened opening hours present earlier in the year are now not in operation, making it tricky to get to on the way home. Unfortunately, it takes almost as long to get through lunchtime traffic to get almost back home to get to the post office to collect it as it would to get to the Parcelfaeces depot from the office.