turps

I was so frustrated about the parcel, especially seeing the photo they left as proof of postage. I'd be frustrated in your circumstance too, checking addresses should be second nature.

My great uncle was a lovely man, he had a bungalow in the next town and we'd pass it often on the way home. So many times I've seen him standing in the sitting room playing his trumpet. He had such a varied and busy life almost to the end.