I came home from school today, instead of walking straight to the farm shop, because I knew I was expecting a parcel. I decided to wait in until the postman had been.
He duely came and went, putting post through my letter box, but not ringing my doorbell to deliver a parcel.
"Grand", me thinks, "I can go to the farm shop now."
I got home, forty five minutes later, to find a card from a courier through my letter box, announcing that little-man-in-a-van had tried to deliver a parcel, but had returned it to the depot and I now need to make a phone call, (major pet-hate) to request another delivery.