Efficiency

I went to bed at 1am this morning and at 9am I was woken by a bolt of electricity.

The bell for the front door.

My parcel! Sleeping in the buff I sprang out of bed, hurriedly grabbed hold of a Nike fleece, tried to fit my head through the sleeve hole before starting to panic as the bell had been pressed again.

Quickly I whipped on a pair of tracksuit bottoms with visions of the parcel delivery man trundling off in his van as I opened the front door.

Looking at little like a cross between Count Dracula and Captain Caveman I opened the front door to be greeted by the usual "About bloody time" face of the courier.

"Sign above the black line", he said handing the clipboard of delivery notes.

They were all filled in.

"Above the black line?"

"There", he pointed with the manner of a teacher who thought they should have been a plumber to an area which for all purposes was in the middle of nowhere.

Typical, i thought, couriers always doing things wrong or inefficiently. Can't be to hard to attach a delivery note to a clipboard surely.

Ten minutes later, I was walking in the living room and put a hand in my pocket only to to find my tracksuit bottoms where on back to front.