A real belter

The glimmer of amusement today came when Derek, our postie, knocked on the door and asked if I could lend him a belt for his trousers. His had just snapped and as he said “I cannae deliver the mail with my arse hanging oot”.

Derek’s sartorial challenge sorted, the rest of the day was either spent taking the car for the MOT, in the supermarket, or on a “helpline” with my business email hosting company. Just after 7pm we think we sussed out why my emails won’t send. However, it means now I have to speak to my broadband supplier tomorrow. This could drag on all week.