Whilst I was out this morning, Thompson and Morgan tried to deliver the irises I've been waiting for. They left a bright yellow card bearing the number I should phone, and a reference number, so I can have them re-delivered. My dog ate the card!
I've pieced the 20 odd pieces together and worked out the number, then phoned to rearrange delivery. I now have to leave the card for the driver, as evidence that I have signed, permitting them to leave the plants in a safe place. I can imagine his face when he tries to read it and put the card on file 