I finally decided it's time to go organic. There's a bunch (I never know the collective noun for organic delivery services) of players, but my Alexander teacher recommended Paul's, and I arranged that my £10 mixed box would come late Sunday/early Monday. I made a copy of the fire-brigade key that locks the cupboad which has our gas meters in it, made a complex arrangement with them (leaving the door unlocked, key inside, which cupboard of five). Woke up early this morning, excited about an organic breakfast - yes, I know, leaving your organic stuff next to all the meters probably isn't great, but this is zone two, what do you do? If I left it on my front door step, someone would definitely nick it - and: no box. And no key.
Oh dear. The trials of an urban life.
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