Bloody Friday 13th

(Today would have been my 16th wedding anniversary)

Usually it doesn't make a difference what day it is, I have never seen Friday 13th feel as bad before. I guess it was my fault, I should just have stayed inside.

I had a Cafepress order to collect from the post office (With £12 to pay customs) and I didn't want to wait.

I caught the bus into town first so I could nip to Gamestation and get the PSP game that DD wanted. Although it was absolutely throwing it down I managed to walk up to the post office near the train station.

Something I found out while waiting for my parcel was that there was actually a postal delivery strike on so there were a lot of people the other side of the counter. This meant that the wait wasn't long. I wasn't aware though that there had been any publicity about the strike - No wonder my photos didn't arrive in time to send to my Nan.

I got out of the office and realised that the number 40 bus goes that way into town. I thought I could get on it and go all the way round and get off at home. -That would be a no then! I was told I wasn't allowed to go all the way. I had to pay 90p, get off at the bottom of town, walk up to the top of town get on and pay 90p again. SO I had no choice really. I may as well have just walked all the way home as I was soaked through anyway. If the box wasn't so awkward to carry I would have done.

I got home 2 hours later, soaked through to the skin, shivering from the wetness yet sweating because I was so hot.

The saving grace from the the whole thing is that the 2 items I ordered came out brilliantly.

My Pillow

My shirt...errr should look like this...