We had another poppy today. They seem a bit slow at the moment, but it looks like we might have a few more tomorrow. Total for the season – 2.
We used the option of picking up the shopping from TESCO tonight – you still avoid people but by picking up the minimum order is less than the delivery option. We have built up a backlog by ordering too much for the last few weeks and need to get through some of it. Carrot soup is likely to feature in our menus several time next week.
On the way we passed a strip of what was once probably woodland. It’s now just a strip of trees and weeds between a footpath and an old railway cutting that is now, I think, a nature trail/footpath/cycle path. OK, I admit I’ve never actually used it and am slightly hazy on details. However, under the trees, a wonderful sight emerges at this time of year. Bluebells. I don’t know if they are survivors from the old woodland or new foreign interlopers, but they do look nice and they always give m a lift at this time of year.
At work today I had an enquiry, which I handled with my customary tact and good humour. I do that on the first enquiry because that’s how you should be. I only start getting sharp when people tart winding me up. People can’t help being stupid or annoying or any manner of things. That’s how we are. They can’t even help it when they advise me on how to package their items properly (because it’s not as if I send over a thousand items a year safely through the post, is it? On the other hand, having told them once, I don’t see why I should have to repeat myself.
Anyway, the customer wrote back and thanked me for my reply, and noted that I clearly had a good grasp of customer service. So far, so good, though I was a little worried that this was just the start of quite a long message. Having answered his question (we didn’t have what he required) we weren’t going to take any money off him and, with time being money, it’s not cost-effective to take on a pen pal.
The gist of his letter was that after a long and successful career in retail he was in a position to advice me that what I should have said in my letter was . . .
I won’t bother to quote it all, but it hinged round us producing the items he required and giving him some for free in gratitude for his input.
At the moment I am torn. The owner has told me not to answer it. This seems rude. On the other hand, if I answer it I will probably be rude anyway.
A tricky question of modern etiquette.
Sometimes I wonder if these people are really just doing it for fun, or if it is a test from eBay.
That is a beautiful poppy photo, Quercus. I think Tootlepedal may be right about your letter writer. 🙂
Yes, he often is right. Unfortunately the writer ha a style that could be interpreted as passive-aggressive criticism. Written communication is difficult.
We saw some fine bluebells today. They certainly lift the spirits. The letter writer probably must need someone to be his friend.
It is possible. You are, as ever, the voice of reason. 🙂
Oh, I love poppies! And bluebells! And I do not like people who have time to do nothing but be annoying.
🙂 Three good answers!
Perhaps the letter write could become a virtual mentor
I wonder if I should suggest it . . .
Well, carrot soup sounds good. And those bluebells must have been a lovely sight. But that letter!