So I ordered a new toner cartridge for my fuck-off bigger-than-a-house laser printer Wednesday, and it's supposed to arrive yesterday. I chase them this morning, they come back to me, and say someone signed for it in the building. I say, if someone signed for it, they'd leave it outside me door. She goes away to investigage.
"I'm not winding you up, right," she said in a charming, lilting South Wales accent, "but it was signed for by [famous soap star]. Is he your neighbour?"
So yep, my - celebrity - neighbour took delivery. We're like a JIT warehouse, only with paparzzi.
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