PARCEL FARCE Part The second Well done les Frogs. My attempts to have a positive dialogue with Parcel Force over the senior daughter's Purple Suitcase lifted by the Red Van nearly a week ago and untraceable on the Internet as there was 'no paperwork' continued to come naught as it takes two to logue and I was issuing queries and instructions into the void of Embra's Parcel Force Dee po help line and did not even after two calls of 40 minutes plus get beyond the debateable statement that my call was important to them. In despair and to think out my next move I went out for a breather attracted by the skirl of the pipes from Hutton Kirk. A huge funeral was in progress and suddenly the Piper within played (after the Barren Rocks of Aden) my favourite skirl : Amazing Grace. Indeed it was, as it gave me a good idea about the Embra Dee po involving a small but perfectly targetted W of MD and warmed up seige oil. I was about to call the duty assassin but was pre-empted by a call from the SD. She had been promenading (they don't walk in France-either march or promenade) in her street when she met a man wheeling a very large Purple suitcase in a the weary worldly wise manner of the habitual Gauloise smoker who knows he has a mission impossible to fulfil-ie no idea how to deliver his charge as none of the precise instructions relayed in 5 e-mails to the dee po ever got near him. The reunion was joyeuse and the PS was handed over with bi-lingual expressions of relief on both sides. Good on you Frogs as they say in Oz.
I still don't know if the Embra Dee po help line asctually rings in Ould Reekie or in Pakistani administered Kashmir. I doubt if we ever will and I don't now care very much.
