Postage:
My day is comprised of finishing work at some godawful hour and living near a small market town that thinks its the bees knees - its not.
Arranging Parcel2go is fine, when the courier actually turns up and knocks loudly enough for it to be detected by the world's most sensitive microphone, a courier's knock being second only to an flea's fart in detectability.
Then, theres the stuffing of 26 lbs of bicycle into a box that said courier will actually be happy to pick up. The nearest Halfrauds wont give you a box so I have to wait and see what turns up at the tip.
Then theres my local Post Office, run by a very nice bloke who got his planning permission turned down to make his shop/ PO all nice and shiney - he's shut when I'm up and about which makes postage just one f**king nightmare for all invloved.
So now you know, and apologies to all that have to wait an eternity.