I’m sat in my house waiting for the delivery guy.
Again.
What I wouldn’t give for a fuzzy read from the delivery van’s GPS/location, piped through a traffic report to give me an estimate of how far away they are.
I’d pay a small premium to be able to leave my house! The city is here for Amazon, Parcelforce and myself to use, ideally.
On which subject, you can go and pre-order Mr. Greenfield’s new book, which will hopefully be designed to fit in a mailbox so you won’t have to wait in for it…
God, yes. It’d be great.
Luckily, the missus works from home now, so less of an issue…