...noooooo!
Came home this afternoon to find a delivery card for a parcel - my carbon propellor, excellent! It was ten past five, and the post office closes at five. Gnashing of teeth, kicking of things...
Very annoying as I would get good use out of the propellor on the Walrus, while it would be of absolutely no use to the post office, so really I should be allowed to go and get it based on these grounds.
Seems a reasonable-enough argument I think...
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