Strange thing happened!
I had a few bad days last week! Having accused eveyone in Edenorte of being "scum sucking leeches" - going on to tell them I wasn't prepared to "pay for the whole damned Jamboree" I stormed next door and into the post office. - Neither should ever have opened a shop next door to each other if you ask me!
The poor guy in the post office knew he was in trouble as soon as he saw me - I was a strange shade of purple at the time!
I think my opening gambit was "Where's my fuc*ing mail you contemptible bastard" - poor postie was immediately on the back foot and stood slack jawed while I told him what I thought was wrong with the Dominican Postal Service.
I stormed out and felt so much better - I still had none of my post but what the heck eh? Life's too short so I put it all behind me and had a "large one".
So you can imagine my delight when EPS 'phoned to let me know that my parcels had arrived on Saturday morning! (3 out of 5 anyway).
The time-line for one particular package goes like this:
18th October - left UK
11th November - arrives Santo Domingo
19th November - arrives Sosua
3rd December - threaten obscene violence
4th December - taken 400 yards down the road to EPS.
Perhaps if I asked people to write URGENT MEDICAL SUPPLIES on the box?
Anyhow, one down, one to go - no news yet on my Electricity bill and my Neighbour's house is still in darkness while his meter still clicks around all by itself. - Maybe they're clockwork?
Simon