I want to first make a shoutout to my good friends at the postal service here in Aber. They are courteous, polite and above all very good at their jobs. I want them to lead long and happy lives with many loved ones involving hugs ancookies.
If your inner voice wasn't straining from the amount of sarcasm in that last paragraph then you fail be cause I meant none of those things. It took 2 hours to track down a simple bit of mail which was small enough that they could have just put it in my mailbox, but NOOOOO, that would have been logical and easy; instead I have to go down into town, in the rain, to be told I have to go to the other side of Llanbadarn to an industrial estate 5 miles away, in the rain, only when I get there I'm told that the fucktard in town was wrong and that my mail is back in aber at a postoffice 5 minutes away from where I live and has been all along. So back home with my mail soacked through and throat sore from loudly swearing most of the way back I was rather annoyed.
Moving on, all stuff continues; I'm not too upbeat about the road ahead, but along the same lines there isn't some massive evil threat looming to destroy everything that I hold dear. That won't last
Pax
Don
