Churlishness

Dear Tesco

When I order a delivery for 9pm-11pm (a delivery, I might add, consisting almost entirely of the 20 litres of mineral water that you were unaccountably unable to provide last Thursday, and which represent the single commodity on my list that I can't fetch for myself from the nearest shop) I don't expect it to arrive at 7:15pm, just as I am getting started on an activity that requires concentration and focus. (An hour's solid writing, with Purpose.)

I bet you thought it would be really funny if I wasn't home yet.

T