Later that day

Phoned Wickes customer services to say I needed one of the kitchen units re-delivering due to chipped-ness. Went on hold. Vivaldi followed - at least it wasn't Nessun Dorma - intermittently punctuated by a woman reassuring me that I was retaining my place in the queue and that my custom was truly valued.

After ten minutes I slipped gently onto the floor, stretched out next to the fan, switched phone to loudspeaker, balanced handset on midriff. After another ten minutes I was snoozing. Ten turns into twenty, then into half an hour.

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I'm not good first thing in the morning. Actually, the inability to function coherently is not limited to pre-breakfast activity, but extends to the time period immediately following a sudden awakening at any hour. Hence the conversation with the mystery nuisance caller extremely helpful Wickes customer service centre representative was somewhat confused. Luckily, he managed to persuade me that I had indeed rung him, and then to extract from me the relevant order numbers, before talking to a half-wit exhausted his already taxed patience.



forbinproject has gone to Whetstone to play a superheroes game tonight. I offered to join him but my character concept is obviously too refined for his taste.