Before I move on to the rant of the day, just a bit more about the weekend. I am still just so glad that I bought those convention passes. As already discussed, it was great to hear the Marillion material again, but it was also fantastic to hear Fish's solo material live. I have most of the albums, but in the last few years when I've not been hearing live music, I realise that I really haven't heard his stuff to anything like best advantage. It must have been written to be performed live, and I will not go so long before seeing Fish live again.
Now for the rant. Pretty familiar territory for most of us, I'm afraid. The delivery that doesn't come. A bed for my daughter, ordered seven weeks ago with a delivery period of 3 to 4 weeks. The full price was taken off my card at the time, rather than just the deposit (apparently by mistake). So they have the money for seven weeks and I have no bed. So today, the mattress arrives, the underbed drawers arrive, the pillows arrive, but no bed in the lorry. I'd taken the day off, because full-scale reorganisation of her room is required. Luckily I hadn't (quite) got to the stage of dismantling the cot. I ranted down the phone at the poor guy in the shop with the result that I am promised the bed on Saturday, and have been refunded the delivery charge. I'm half ashamed to be ranting about something that is so pathetically routine, but so it goes.
Now for the rant. Pretty familiar territory for most of us, I'm afraid. The delivery that doesn't come. A bed for my daughter, ordered seven weeks ago with a delivery period of 3 to 4 weeks. The full price was taken off my card at the time, rather than just the deposit (apparently by mistake). So they have the money for seven weeks and I have no bed. So today, the mattress arrives, the underbed drawers arrive, the pillows arrive, but no bed in the lorry. I'd taken the day off, because full-scale reorganisation of her room is required. Luckily I hadn't (quite) got to the stage of dismantling the cot. I ranted down the phone at the poor guy in the shop with the result that I am promised the bed on Saturday, and have been refunded the delivery charge. I'm half ashamed to be ranting about something that is so pathetically routine, but so it goes.