Don't talk to me about Home Delivery.
This is gonna be a long post... and this is the first time I've had the enthusiasm to write about it. Last Wednesday week I came home to find a note on the mat - " Sorry we missed you, we've taken your Dabs parcel and you'll never see it again, signed, Home Delivery Network ". I rang the number on the card, got the automated system and rescheduled the delivery for the Friday. Now, their web-based tracking system doesn't and didn't even recognise my postcode. Now, I know someone was in all that Friday - Daughter, Daughter's boyfriend, Wife, Carpet Fitter etc. Hold that thought for a moment. Now jump back to the Saturday before when I bought my son a lovely one-owner, 7 year old Peugeot 106 for his birthday. Brand new clutch and cat for the new MOT:- I insured it with me as a named driver, waited for 2 days for the "Insurance Database" to catch up and then taxed it online. All legal - excellent. I decided not to bring it home during the week a...