Michelle Morgan

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So there I was, minding my own business one dreary Monday afternoon, when along comes a huge lorry which parks at the bottom of my driveway.

The driver got out and headed towards my next-door-neighbour’s house, where he proceeded to bang the door for the next five minutes.

It was clear that he obviously had something to deliver but, in spite of the fact that there was no-one home, the banging continued causing Betty the Bichon to have an absolute fit at our front door; thinking that whoever was knocking obviously posed a threat to her precious sleeping time.

Eventually the banging stopped and I looked up to see the delivery man heading past my study window.

Thinking he was about to knock on my door, I got up and went into the hall, but no knock came.

I went to the window to see what was going on, just in time to see the said delivery man jumping down off my 6ft fence, where he had evidently been perched for the past minute.

I opened the window to see what on earth he was up to, but instead of being embarrassed at being caught climbing around in my garden, he instead came to the window and asked what street he was in.

“Never mind that,” I replied. “Do you mind telling me why were you balanced on my fence?”

The delivery man looked at me in total disbelief, and shook his head.

“Well, I didn’t know what street I was on, so just thought I’d climb up your fence to get a good look at where I was.” And with that, off he went.

As I watched him head into the distance, I couldn’t help but wonder.

Instead of climbing on someone’s wall to get his bearings, why didn’t he just use a map? Or even better, why didn’t he look at the street sign before he drove in?

I guess simplicity is just far too complicated for some people.