Something happened today that made me cross (and my mum too). Here's the story:
A week or two ago we ordered some books written by the very talented Max, the Psychokitty. We ordered one via Max's mum, so that Max could sign it, but the other book (his older one) we ordered direct from the CafePress website.
Today when the postman came, he dropped a big CafePress envelope through our door. Hooray, I thought, Max's book has come! I couldn't wait for my mum to get home and open the envelope with her opposable thumbs so that we could read Max's book.
But...when mum did get home she found that something really BAD had happened! Some Bad Person had ripped open the envelope right along the top. And in the envelope was a packing slip, a CafePress leaflet, an empty plastic bag...BUT NO BOOK!!!
My mum was really cross and said bad words again. She doesn't think it was CafePress's fault, it was some Bad Person working for the Stupid Post Office somewhere along the chain. Our local Post Office district is actually one of the worst in the UK for losing stuff, but we'll probably never know exactly where Max's book went.
The good news is, my mum called the CafePress international help line and straight away they agreed to send out another copy of the book at no extra charge. Though we still have to wait a while until we can read it. Huh.
To change the subject, if you haven't yet seen the picture of how brilliantly I can fit in a small box, just scroll down the page...