What’s the opposite of express?
I think that’s the problem: we should never have asked for “Express Delivery”. Even the tracking has stopped: past Perth is no-woman’s land, you’re on your own.
I’m on emergency rations, because if I go shopping, that’s when the courier will come; scurvy and rickets could be just around the corner. I saw a play once about Scott of the Antarctic. Towards the end, he was dreaming about all the second helpings he’d knocked back.
Grant is away again, but this time he took his M&Ms. Probably just as well.