Despite having numerous things to do due to my celibataire status I deligently stayed indoors until 1230 hrs when I knew no self respecting postie would be anywhere but at lunch but no parcel delivery.
At about 1500hrs my curiosity got the better of me so I checked the delivery status to find that "La Poste a rencontré un problème lors de la tentative de livraison." "Yeah right" said I & off went me & Bob to the local post office.
Lady at the 'parcel hatch' ran away as I was asking if I should wear a mask & only returned when I put one on, so, I gave her the codes & asked if they had my parcel.
After lots of tutting, computer tapping & 'parcel pile' searching her maskless colleague turned up with my parcel.
He seemed very pleasant until I asked him if "masks were obligatory & whilst I was there, maybe he could tell me at what time le facteur had tried to deliver the parcel which I had waited in for all morning?".
At this point the atmosphere got decidedly chilly with lots of Gallic shrugs & harumphs indicating he didn't know or care as I was here to collect said parcel anyway.
I'd liked to have thanked them for their help but as it was obvious I was inconveniencing their otherwise tranquil afternoon I picked up my parcel & left to have a moan at Bob, who by the way, didn't give a toss either.
