Post

It didn't arrive as early as it once did and this frustrated her. She was waiting for an important delivery and she was growing impatient.
At about 10:30 she heard the sound of the front gate being opened and ran to the door to greet the postman.
He fed the day's mail through the letterbox as she eagerly awaited the receipt of that thing she'd ordered on the other side.
A thick bundle slapped on to the door mat and she knelt down to pick it up.
Advert, advert, advert, advert. They were all advertising flyers. Where was the real mail?
The thing she'd ordered sat in its envelope in a sorting office in the next town, delayed for no actual reason.