frustration of modern life. | quercuscommunity

8.40 – arrived home.

Julia is safely dropped at the railway station. My journey back just beat the major build up of traffic which occurs about this time – a few minutes can make a lot of difference.

Bread. Looks like the crumb is a bit dense at the bottom. I seem to remember this one had honey in it.

There is noise in the woodlands. I can just make out a white pick-up, as used by the park rangers, and hear the sound of a man playing with a chainsaw. There is a difference between the sound of a chainsaw in use and one that is being revved just because some man-child likes making noise. This is definitely the later.

I wonder if I can write a poem on this theme.

Probably.

I wonder if I will bother.

Probably not.

I fight with the system TESCO has for the ordering of groceries, and wonder who designed the system. Probably, I decide, someone who was either brought up with computers and can work it out, or somebody who hates people who shop on line. Probably the latter.

Pizzas

You would think that it would be easy to find the page to book a slot, hard to book the wrong slot and impossible to order a basket of groceries without having first booked a slot.

It isn’t.

People say to me that they can’t understand why I hate modern life.

Nearly an hour has passed. I can still hear the chainsaw in the distance.

Cars (driven by other people and getting in my way), chainsaws and online shopping systems (I like the online shopping, I don’t like some of the systems). Three good reasons to dislike modern life.

Anyway, time to go. I may be back later, depending on how interesting the rest of my day is.

Soda bread

Photos are bread from March 2016.

Took Julia to work. Went to see friends at local jewellers. Got home, found that the delivery company dpd had been, left a card and gone. They could have left the parcel in the porch. They could have left it with a neighbour. But they didn’t. They did, however, leave a card. I used the code on the card to track the parcel and found out that they had tried but failed to deliver. I didn’t actually need a website to tell me that as all the evidence was pointing that way . . .

Old Oaks of Sherwood Forest

I also found they had taken a picture of my front door. This was also useless as I already know what my front door looks like. If they need to prove that they have been here, the fact that I have the card will do that.

dpd are very big on being green these days. They even asl me to recycle the card. They tell me that allowing them to use my local pick up point will allow them to cut CO2 emissions by 63%. MY local drop-off point is the Post Office – 0.2 miles away. I don’t see how dropping it within that distance helps reduce emissions. Due to my difficulty walking I will use the car to pick it up anyway. It will, of course, reduce the emissions from a second journey to deliver, but so would leaving it in the porch or with a neighbour.

Old Oaks of Sherwood Forest

I am currently on live chat with them. The first contact swiftly shoved me on to someone else – I suspect they were a robot. I am now in a queue and am currently Number 7. This has gone from 20 to 7 in two minutes so isn’t bad . . .

Another two minutes and I engaged in live chat with someone helpful and we got it all changed. For once everything went well, though not as well as if the delivery man had used his head.

The pictures of Sherwood Forest are by request. They are, unfortunately, not great photos, but it was a dull evening for a lot of the shots. I will look for some better ones.

Old Oaks of Sherwood Forest

As an aside, I have often found dpd drivers to be inconsiderate on the road, but as they delivered 1.9 billion parcels worldwide in 2020, it might just be that there a lot of them.