I've been in all day today especially to receive a delivery, but clearly the postman couldn't be bothered to wait the 30 seconds it would take me to come downstairs and open the door for a parcel, so it's been whisked off to Silvester Road (well, I say "whisked". But that suggests it's being done with haste. Michael Palaeologus's experience suggests otherwise). I'm so bored the post problems round here that from now on I'm going to get any important deliveries, such as Christmas presents, sent to my parents' house in Wimbledon. I'd rather drive across town to pick them up than risk them taking a month to be delivered/not being delivered at all/being part opened by someone nosey.