The driver eventually arrived at the front door at nine fifteen last night as bright and breezy as though he'd only been on the road for an hour. It seems he had left the showroom on Saturday afternoon after loading the van but in his ' haste' had forgotten to wear a watch. As a result he was using the clock in the delivery van unaware that it was six hours slow. This only came to light when he turned up for the nine o'clock ferry from Dover to Calais on Saturday night only to discover it was by now two am on Sunday!
I sat in amazement listening to this dysfunctional tale of woe while 'the font' decided that the poor boy must be starving and promptly insisted he sit down to eat something hot. Never again shall I spend a Sunday evening helping to unload beds in the pouring rain. He eventually left at one fifteen this morning, brim full of energy and keen to get on the road to Rheims to load up his by now empty van with cheap champagne . It was only as I lay my head on the pillow that it struck me that the beds arrived on the very day the house emptied. Wilf and Digby sat in the hallway following the unloading of the van with close interest and thoroughly enjoying the entertainment. Digby had that look on his face that seemed to say ' why don't we do this every night?'.