Home. Decide to go for a piss. Stand up and see DPD van on drive. Open door and take delivery ( Vocation beer, since you ask).
Get half way upstairs and door bell rings. Amazon bloke with some shite that Mrs G has ordered.
Get to top of stairs and doorbell rings again. Yodel bloke with some shite that daughter II has had delivered to our house.
Managed to get to the loo without pissing myself. Just.
Proper 1st world problems, eh?
