My front doorstep Friday 3pm (ish)
Friday at work was, as they say, 'challenging'. Brain numbing calculations and sudoku-like substitutions of doctor's clinic duties; so that each clinic and emergency area has the right cover by the doctor with the best skills, meant that my brain was fried. I then headed to ASDA to shop for shepherd's pie ingredients - I detest shopping in person - I'd much rather have the lovely Asdaman deliver but the meal was a short notice affair and a prelude to a poker night with friends. I managed to exit the shop unscathed but with only minor nerve damage to the ends of my fingers (why do those carrier bags cut in sooooo much?)
I plodded home in my little green car, running through the list of chores still to do before I could relax.....unpack shopping, make shep. pie, take cat to vet for update on white blood cell count and cancer stage, tidy up, hang up washing (if it doesn't smell of mildew - if it does, wash it AGAIN). I parked the car and struggled to the front door with the tortuous shopping bags, to find a beautiful bouquet of flowers on the doorstep - addressed to me. What a lovely surprise!
I abandoned the shopping and carefully took the flowers inside and opened the card, expecting a billet-doux from Mr Fink. To my surprise they were from an online gift giving company which I had criticised on facebook for having poor customer service. (The Zombie experience I gave hubby - he is having trouble booking a suitable date due to slow email correspondence.)
As well as the flowers I have received attentive email and personal phone call service and offers of help from the company (www.wish.co.uk) to try and get the gift back on track.
To be fair, www.gift.co.uk are not the people we are having trouble with, they just sold the voucher. We are having trouble with the company that organises the zombie-fest.
The flowers didn't help solve the problem but they did go a long way to showing that some vendors do care about business and listening to the customers. For that I am pleased.
Right, I must hide the card before Mr Fink gets home, so he can wonder all evening who sent me such a lovely arrangement!
