My son gets that as well, worse when he had the Camborne/Redruth run, he’s got the St,Ives to Marazion run now, more driving but a better class of clientele. 😀
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
I couldn't be a delivery driver, half the houses I visit don't bother putting a number on the front and those that do have one that's so small you can't read it from the street. Do you want your deliveries or not? and don't get me started on the ones that have a name. Going up a street: 1, 3, 5, 7, 'Chez fancypants', 11...
We don't have a number. We don't have a street, either, so it would be impossible to work out what number or even road name it ought to be. We do have signs up and I do always put my mobile number on any order with "please phone for directions". I'm pretty good at directions, now. And at working out where the driver is when they ring from the often rather vague descriptions they give me. It's something you have to accommodate when you live in The Sticks.
Gardening on the edge of Exmoor, in Devon
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
I've been to a few rural villages recently that post a map outside the village hall or in an old phonebox which has been really helpful. The new 3 word postcode system has been helpful for rural places too if I can plan in advance. I find that rural properties are easier to find than ones in towns most of the time as long I find them on google street view before I leave.
If you can keep your head, while those around you are losing theirs, you may not have grasped the seriousness of the situation.
we've had a lot fewer phone calls recently - now we are on the sat nav system. This wasn't an address at all 10 years ago, just a field, and it takes a while for all of the systems to catch up. Generally now it's drivers calling to ask if they'll be able to turn around when they get here. We're almost a mile off the public road, so the Google street car hasn't visited
Gardening on the edge of Exmoor, in Devon
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
KT53 I was going to ask that, sorry folks, I have vacuumed for 60 years, aint going to change now, anymore than I am going to start saying "pants" for something rubbish or any other weird and wonderull words that now dont mean what they did for so long, like Gay, how did that ever come about, woman are still called lesbians,(arent they) so all the men are happy!!!
Or worse Ah- the great unwashed, Hosta. Don't you just love them
I've only just read back quickly and saw your news W.edges. Congratulations - it'll all be fine. Don't let folk tell you otherwise.... At least you've fixed your hoover [yes I said hoover ] as you won't have time for fixing anything for the next twenty years or so.
My grump for today is that the men resurfacing our nearby roads have now shut mine [having removed the surface today] despite the fact it isn't to happen till Monday, according to the letter we all received. They did the other 'end', which was supposed to be all this week, and have clearly finished early. I'm not sure I'll get out tomorrow, unless I now go and park the car half a mile away. Not too happy about doing that either. If anything happened to it, the insurance would probably refuse to pay out knowing my luck
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
In my last house which was Edwardian, had been there (obviously) many years, I got myself an Iceland (reward?) card, swiped every time I went shopping, was then told after 2 years of use, when I questioned I had not received any vouchers, was told oh whoops, it hasnt been activated. Rang the number showed to be told that my house didnt exist, so they couldnt send me vouchers, was asked if it was a new build, no, very old. Woman couldnt help me, rang Royal Mail who said it was the fault of Icelands system. Rang them back, they wouldnt have that but asked if they could send the vouchers to someone else, OK, my youngest Daughter lived ina block of purpose built flats in the next road, 30 plus years old, when I gave Iceland the postcode, it told me her address was a Toni and Guy Hairdresser the other side of Town, funny, my Daughter always managed to get her post, assured Iceland their system was not up to date.
We are looking at possibly moving to Ireland, where the newly-introduced postcodes are generally viewed with great suspicion. We looked at 2 properties on different roads in the same small town, both apparently known simply as "Ballyminogue", the name of the area. Postmen just know where you live... don't know if supermarkets deliver, but it must be a nightmare.
Since 2019 I've lived in east Clare, in the west of Ireland.
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“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
Ah- the great unwashed, Hosta. Don't you just love them
I've only just read back quickly and saw your news W.edges. Congratulations - it'll all be fine. Don't let folk tell you otherwise....
At least you've fixed your hoover [yes I said hoover
My grump for today is that the men resurfacing our nearby roads have now shut mine [having removed the surface today] despite the fact it isn't to happen till Monday, according to the letter we all received. They did the other 'end', which was supposed to be all this week, and have clearly finished early. I'm not sure I'll get out tomorrow, unless I now go and park the car half a mile away. Not too happy about doing that either. If anything happened to it, the insurance would probably refuse to pay out knowing my luck
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...