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A short story entitled Thank goodness there is a several minute delay between buzzing someone into the building and their arriving at my flat, or, One day I’ll remember to not sleep in the altogether on the day that my groceries are delivered, but today is NOT THAT DAY.

Woolies gives you a three-hour fuckign window and the last couple of times were late

I wasn't expecting the dude at eight am. I was absolutely dead asleep.