Another day, another missed parcel card. . not the end of the world you say, just go and collect the parcel from the sorting office, where the friendly staff will take care of you, no worries..

Thats not the point, with this most recent card, I was in the front room next to the front door, I didnt hear the door knock, because the fat fuck didnt knock the door, i heard nothing, not even the faint paper rustling noise of some paper hitting the floor. Now i have to wait 4 hours to drag my ass to the depot, wait in a queue with a bunch of inbred scallys and be served by a miserable cunt, with glasses as thick as the cunts in the queue infront of me.

In the grand scheme of things im sure it would be a lot easier for the posttwat to knock on the door and pass me my parcel rather than have to fill in a card and take the fucking parcel back to the depot.

Policemen know how to knock.