Had it before where I had a card on the mat saying it had been left at my neighbour, #47. Our street doesn't have #47, it only goes up to #31. Knocked on every house in the street and nothing. Knocked on all the #47s in the surrounding streets with the same result.
Our house # is 47, but my hand to God, we don’t have your parcel, but I digress, we don’t order much, but the drivers have almost always rung the intercom buzzer, said, “Delivery”, and when I open the street door, the parcel has been on the ground, while the driver has been standing at the end of the drive, maybe 15/16 metres from the door.
What has been giving us the zig, is the fact that after I successfully applied for a priority supermarket delivery slot, somehow a government department deemed that as an old codger, I qualified for a “care package” of free food weekly
The first one came, the guy rang the intercom, said “Delivery”, and taken aback, my first thought was, ‘don’t look a gift horse in the mouth’ and I took it in, only to have second thoughts, and give it to the nearest food bank.
Since then we’ve had another 3 deliveries, each time the buzzer has been rung, and then the driver has disappeared.
I’ve Googled, telephoned, and emailed, but nothing seems to stop these food deliveries, I’m trying to do the right thing, and get them diverted to someone more in need, but it’s like banging your head against a brick wall.
Yesterday, my wife did a Dominic Cummings, and took bags of the stuff to her father in Canterbury, who although marginally older than me, somehow doesn’t qualify for a care package!
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