Storm Darragh, ladies and gentlemen. As I write this, safe in rural Lincolnshire on the eastern side of this fair land, I still hear the wind tearing it up outside and the rain rattling onto the windows. For those on the other side of the country, there’s no thrill at the might of the elements or frisson of guilty excitement as footage of wild seas and thrashing trees abound. Rather, there’s a genuine fear of damage and disruption – sink holes, flooding, trees down and buildings battered. It throws our recent packaging-related panic into stark relief and is a timely reminder of what really matters … but until yesterday we were seriously stressed at our rapidly shrinking stock of tissue paper, cardboard boxes and parcel tape. Could we find new supplies? Could we heck. And when we did – could we get them here? Could we … heck. The first consignment was dispatched but never arrived: we were told that three attempts had been made to deliver it – let me tell you, they hadn’t. So the suppliers agreed to send out the same again and then yesterday, both orders arrived. We are now swimming in fabulous blue tissue paper and miles of sticky tape and scores and scores of flat packed postage boxes. For a while there it was a considerable worry, and now it’s a great relief. Let’s hope our friends in the east have as easy and swift a return to normality.
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