emissary and messenger

hello there

oh. so it is true, look you see. a certain delivery company in the UK - one that tends to fill customers with dread when, at the last moment, it is revealed that they shall be "delivering" whatever they have ordered  - actually do something what i had heard about but never experienced. until now. and yet all went well. 

it is not my place to name and shame this company. let it be said that it is the one what takes its name from a deity out of greek mythology. of the many things, aspect and roles ascribed to this olympiad (and many would highlight his association with thieves), presumably the company in questions elected to embrace this name for his assignment as the "messenger of the gods". well, if you are going to start something, don't p!ss about i suppose, name yourself as the strongest and best and try to do that. 

whilst i cannot quote a specific number of instances, it has been the case that i have been the benefactor of their services on several occasions. rather on auto-pilot i groaned upon the discovery of this, for their reputation for failed deliveries, and indeed damaged or "missing" items, is now an established part of the English way of doing things. and yet on each instance of them delivering something to me it has been flawless and perfect, all fully tracked and always landing within the impressive two hour window they advise me of. 

but, then again, i have always been home when they have delivered (mostly by default rather than design, but still). on instances when no one is around to accept an item, they have been known to leave said item in a "safe" place and email you a picture. i had heard legends of these images, but here above is the one they sent me. this was in relation to a parcel recently received (obviously), with the item being a secret thing that i care not to disclose the details of. rather unusual it was, as point of fact, to get this picture, considering it was seen to be collected by me by the happy go lucky driver delivery dude who left it on the doorstep, knocked and then "socially distanced" to make sure i got it, as per the prescribed methods and ways of the invisible war on the new plague. 

no, i have no clue as to what aspect of our home the above picture represents. if, indeed, it is any part of such at all. conceivably it might be a really blurred close up of a glass pane on the door, i suppose. just as well it was, then, that i was home when delivery was (successfully) attempted, for know not do i where i would seek it out if i were not. 

for enthusiasts of such things, the item in question arrived (safe and sound and in fine condition) some 48 hours after i ordered it and just north of 24 hours after the company i purchased it off handed it over to Herm.... to the company named after some greek fellow. putting that it context, it took Royal Mail precisely one (1) week to deliver the most most recent of Bowie releases this year (although one shall be more recent by the time this is published), that Metrobolist (or whatever) 50th (!) anniversary release of The Man Who Sold The World, and that was posted first class.  yes, with some good luck and life, review of that to follow.

absolutely no idea (as ever or usual) who may be interested in this sort of thing, but many thanks indeed for having a read. 

be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!