Still seething re that local coffee company.
This morning, I headed into the city to the farmers' market:
Eggs (free range, organic, local), salad greens, tomatoes, cucumber, chard, small beets, onions, carrots, blood oranges, lemons, parsley, olives (both black and green, the latter stuffed with anchovies), fish, black pepper corns, French bread, and fresh coffee - Colombian, rather than my more usual Ethiopian, because the proprietor recommended it - (because I cannot expect to receive my coffee order before Tuesday) were all purchased.
Meanwhile, the coffee company which lies less than ten miles from my house - following my phone call, yesterday afternoon, I was furious, (which is not a state I normally find myself in, and nor do I like to feel such powerfully negative emotions, it takes a lot to infuriate me, but, thus, and therefore, it also takes me a while to calm down when I do become angry) - probably recalling the unpleasant phone call yesterday when I had phoned to ask whether other, alternative, arrangements might be possible so that I could receive my coffee yesterday, having ordered it the day before, given that they are local, and very close - they normally guarantee next day delivery ("that's your problem", when I said that I couldn't click and collect; "do you expect us to prioritise your order?" - well, yes, it is local, you should be able to do local deliveries yourself; and - when I commented that coffee companies from London and Dublin had been commendably swift in the past "well, I'm sure they'll be happy with your business") - wrote, unexpectedly, (probably after some thought) an email today which attempted to strike a slightly more emollient tone.