Well, folks, I have now escaped the internet desert we found ourselves in at the end of last week. A dodgy connection meant patchy - or no - internet at all, to the extent that I tried to catch it out by getting on line successfully at 04.30 one morning in a fit of insomnia, to try to complete my Sainsbury's order which currently stood at 2 bottles of gin to fulfil the order criterion.
Then timed out.
Having endured a scenario reminiscent of the famous Flanders and Swan song, and with the landline no longer functioning at all, we finally were granted access to an Openreach (used to be 'a chap from BT', Kaimoana) engineer who arrived at lunch time. After shinning up the previously condemned telegraph pole in a performance which would have qualified him for a role with Cirque du Soleil, he descended with fault repaired and fully functioning phone line. Yay.
I sent the family's Christmas box to Brisbane, all £46 of p and p, only to find it back with me when I returned home last week.🤔
Guess who had forgotten to stick the customs declaration on?🤦♀️.
I have applied for a refund, but not heard back, but mea culpa.
I justify the cost of a -generous- 5kg parcel by telling myself, and Mr.I, that if our DGSs lived nearby, we would be taking them out for pizzas, to the cinema or pantomime, to -heaven forbid- soft play or trampolining throughout the year, so we get off lightly, imho!
I checked the tracking today on the return amended parcel.
This time it has arrived - but in Sydney🤷♀️