small time

Around this time of year "by the end of the month" tends to start to mean "tomorrow", particularly when people asking for things are skiving off early at the end of this week rather than working until the 24th like normal people, or at least normal people who drew the 24th out of the virtual bag of rostering. Still, at least there won't be a queue of people leading up to my desk being slightly annoyed that their parcel containing something which was obviously floral being kept in a sorting office for a week, or being told they'd have to come back for a third time the next day for a third attempt to get a parcel whose details DHL won't transfer to the Royal Mail's systems. At least there was a spider dangling from the ceiling to watch whilst I waited the seven minutes it took for both my parcels to be found, and it was fortunate that I had the big bike with the spacious rack to get the unexpectedly large Nickyparcel home.