Delivery

We bought a bed.

We do already have one, obviously, but we'll soon be moving up in the world and need a new one to complete the image of high living. So with mates entertainment planned for Easter weekend, we figured we may as well buy the bed early. As promised, the delivery driver called today to confirm that we're on his list for next week.

"You're down for the Tuesday morning delivery. We'll be there before 1."

I thanked him and rang off. When you're talking to a pedant of over forty years' standing, it pays to be careful. Strictly speaking, he's committed to delivering our bed between midnight and 1am next Tuesday morning. I'm sure he didn't realise what he'd said, but I've made a note of his mobile number and I'll be calling him at 2am next Tuesday to find out why he's an hour late.