Things Usually Work Out for Me

But not today.

No.

Not on Saturdays. When you need to ship something very Large and have a limited amount of time.

Usually you can rely on the knowledge and kindness of the locals. Today only the kindness was reliable.
My mind's not that reliable either.

I'd factored the right amount of time to get the tube to the nearest post office that would ship things. I was going to get there well before 5 pm and send my belongings over the deep blue sea. I didn't factor that it was a Saturday and the post office would be closed by 3:30 pm) (which is the time I arrived at the tube station. So I was informed of a fedex store! Near covered garden! So I took the tube there and asked at a Pret a Manger where it was. Close! Down the street on the right! So I hustled with a backpack on my back, a book bag on my front, and a suitcase rolling behind me. I walked and walked and nothing. I asked several people and one said go back, it's up the road on the left. So I went back. I thought, it's 4:30, I'll make it. I'll do this yet!

And I got almost back to the first Pret and asked another person: FedEx! On this street! But where? It's call a Kinko's,right next to the Marks and Spensor's. Look, follow me. So I did. He pointed to the M&S and the building right before it wasn't it and the building right after...empty. Lights off. Some cardbord boxes in the middle of the floor. Empty shelves. They'd moved. No sign as to where.

So I'm back at the Pret. After a single frustrated tear. I'm pissed off. I have too much stuff and I want it all gone.

So now I'm going to Holland with a suit case!