Post When Gone

We had been waiting for the post all morning as there was a book due to be delivered. We were off to the farmhouse for the weekend and didd't want to be held up any more as this was the first time we have had alone there for two months with the family back in England.

All packed and ready to go Galia has another cigarette just in case the post comes over the next 5 minutes whilst smoking. Nothing!

The car is started and we are off. Just passing the centre of town, two minutes later the phone rings, a message saying that the post had just arrived. We just couln't be bothered to go back now and it will just have to wait until Sunday evening. Oh I hate it when that happens.