Being an author, I have taken the opportunity to use their online Send A Parcel service. You buy the postage, then a postman will collect the parcels from home with your address labels. It’s great. However! There is a glitch in the system that sometimes arises. Once they have collected your parcels, they scan the codes with their PDA gadget. Sometimes this sends a faulty email to you saying collection has failed. Rest easy though, as this is a glitch, you can still use your tracking codes. Until the parcel is scanned again at the next depot the resulting message may say We’re Expecting It. This should change as the parcel passes through each depot in a normal manner.
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The public are clapping and quite rightly so,
But remembering everyone? Absolutely no!
NHS and postal staff taking the praise,
We’re not casting across a deep enough gaze.
For behind the scenes lie the most unsung of all,
And it’s about time that they had a call.
For everyday there’s a pandemic or not,
They wipe up blood, urine, excrement and snot.
From urinals and toilets, your desks and bins,
Risking infections day out and day in,
While everyone strikes about not enough pay,
These people only get a low minimum wage.
Their back isn’t covered by union reps,
You ignore the signs saying keep off the steps,
Then threaten action if you should fall down,
When they’re doing their job, use the others you clown!
They are hounded, humiliated, never get praise,
Minimal hours sometimes only a few days,
The manager comes and says “Not enough done.”
Give them hours to suit the workload, you’re dumb.
So next time you push past you cleaning staff,
Make them feel appreciated don’t be all brash,
They’re carrying out their daily tasks too,
Under harsher extreme conditions than you.
Above all while Coronavirus pushes us tough,
And we celebrate heroes who do more than enough,
A group of them should stand out taller than tall,
Our CLEANERS the most unsung heroes of all!
Today was the last day I’ll see Craig at work. Finally, the useless overpaid lump has gone and the curse of the Tomblins away from Royal Mail forever. Well, officially tomorrow but do you honestly think he’ll stay his full shift and do anything? Will he ffff….lip. So now Regina and I shall be alternating weekends and doing up to an extra two hours a day. Bleh. But the overtime will be nice.
Thinking of going on a lovely bike ride tomorrow. I’ve moved it into my room. It wasn’t as safe as someone said it would be. My most expensive possession…scratched in three places, one severely grazing the metal. I can suppress my anger and hurt for the sake of peace but the bike stays upstairs with me from now on. I value my possessions and treat them with respect. I have too little in life not to. Anyway tires pumped, bags packed and hatcams on charge. Can’t wait!
OK this past few days has been rather enjoyable apart from other people causing a stink. First off dad found a way to get rid of those pesky aphids in the garden. Blitz up a head of garlic with about 750ml of water and a drop of washing up liquid and pour it into your desired spray bottle. Within two months youll have something that smells so rank you’ll wonder how even the plant doesn’t uproot itself and go for a shower.
This morning at work wasn’t to be any fresher. Last Wednesday returns had received a parcel back which by Friday they decided to put outside as it had flies coming out and smelled a bit. This morning it smelled so bad that you could clock it inside the building again. I’ve taken it upon myself to wrap it in a heavy duty bin liner and leave it over by the skips. Whatever was in this parcel has rotted to the point where it had started dripping putrification liquid which has maggots swimming in it.
If anyone comes to claim this parcel they can face me before I rub their faces in it. There are some things you just shouldn’t send in the post.



