Strange Day (no, not Strange Days!)

The day started badly with a relief postman leaving my mail wedged in my letterbox. Great for keeping the heat in and the burglars out! So I went outside to make my feelings known. He was so bloody rude, I ended up making an official complaint to the Royal Mail. Our regular postie can put things all the way through, so why not this big thug?

One of the things he brought was a card telling me there was £30 tax to pay on the burgundy shirt I bought on Ebay, so I had to go to the sorting office anyway to pay and collect it.

Before coming home, I stopped off at Marks and Spencer's cafe for a quick latte and a piece of cake (free voucher for the coffee).

When I got home, I unwrapped the shirt. I'm not sure when he wore it. It isn't this one:

I thought it might be when I bought it, but the one in the picture has tape around the inside of the collar, mine doesn't. But he has worn it for sure - there is a mark round the inside of the collar, and the armpits are very slightly stained. There is also a slightly musky smell to them. *Sighs* Must be his deodorant...

Next I phoned my mobile phone service provider to come off contract. I NEVER use my 200 "free" minutes a month, I automatically use my landline. I got into a very pleasant conversation with the woman on the other end of the line, comparing notes about broadband, Sky+ (she'd rather give up smoking than her Sky+) and her love of TV. I told her about Vincent, and when she could watch him. She sounded very interested. I think she will be a convert after this evening.

Finally I finished off printing all the calendars (I ran out of ink half way through on Sunday) and now have Eliza's small one on the chest of drawers in the bedroom, my own one on the cupboard door opposite my bed, and Eliza's big one in the hall. Vincent D'Onofrio wherever I go. (Hey, that rhymes!)