I’ll be home tomorrow, as it happens. We’ve had a series of mysterious messages left on our answerphone. An automated voice said that to arrange delivery, we should go to a website and enter details – but I didn’t know what *she* was talking about. I wasn’t expecting a delivery – that is, I have been at various times, but nothing that needed signing for. And the whole thing was said so quickly that I didn’t have a chance of noting the website, even playing the message several times. Finally I was in and picked up the phone – of course, an automated message starts at once, not waiting for the answerphone message to be said, so the explanation of what it was about was lost. And it’s my new passport. The day offered wasn’t suitable, so I phoned (again, the number was rattled off far too fast and I had to play it twice, though it turned out I had written it down correctly) to change it. I rejected the offer of a mere 4-hour time slot for an extra £6.50 and one of us will hang around all day. Though it may arrive first thing, of course, and surprise me.
I also may or may not expect the cleaners. I don’t think this arrangement is going to work out. I found a note in the front porch last Wednesday, saying sorry we weren’t in when they arrived on Tuesday, please could I phone or email? But I was expecting them this Tuesday, not last: the 4th Tuesday of each month. However, last month was a 5 Tuesday month and evidently it was muddled into ‘4 Tuesdays later.’ I’m always out on the 3rd Tuesday though, it was quite clear when I booked it. But I suppose the women won’t get paid if they haven’t worked, so I feel really bad about that. I emailed, explained how the muddle arose and asked if they could come back this week, but I’ve heard nothing. So, whilst I’m half expecting them, it’s only half. I won’t hoover tomorrow morning, just in case.