And then some idiot thinks it's a good idea to move the clocks back an hour on Saturday night and screw with my whole body clock! So, I have no idea what the real time is right now and whether I am coming or going.
All this and we had an online order for one of Clive Maddison's stunning wire tree sculptures from the United States. Which is great, however, as a little art gallery in rural Devon we hadn't anticipated the volume of overseas orders we would get. Clive's sculptures, especially, have been popular globally and we have had enquiries and sales from exotic places such as Milan, Paris, St.Petersburg, Sydney, Philadelphia, Hanover and West Bromwich. What?
Consequently our checkout procedure on our website doesn't currently calculate all the shipping costs, insurance and currencies throughout the world. It is something we are aware of and we are working on but for the time being please just email me and I can sort it for you.
Anyway, I digress. I completed the long-winded documentation and sent the package off to the States and followed it on the tracking facility. Now, the parcel left the UK at 03:44 and arrived in Philadelphia at 06:29. Talk about time travel, less than three hours, if it had gone by Concorde it would have probably arrived before I sent it! Mind blowing!
All seemed to be going fine but it did appear to be held up in 'Philly', when I had an unexpected phone call from a very polite gentleman from US Customs who articulated to me with the dulcet tones of George Clooney, "Good day sir, your consignment is defined as alooomenum and oak but does not characterize the commodity." I pause, mentally translate and say, "Oh, you mean what is it? It's a wire tree sculpture, like the two six inch square labels on the side of the box with a picture of a wire tree sculpture and the words wire tree sculpture in 72pt type written underneath." I didn't intend to sound flippant.
In fairness he probably only had the paperwork in front of him and not the box and I realise security in the US is at the point of paranoia where even a Kinder egg is considered a security risk but a semi-automatic assault rifle may have sneaked through unnoticed. It is easier to send things to Australia. I would imagine the same phone call from Oz might go something like;
Bruce: " G'day. What is it mate?"
Me:"It's a miniature wire tree sculpture, like a Bonsai Tree."
Bruce: "Bonsai? Bonza, ripper mate!" And that would be it.
Anyway, the parcel arrived safely and the customer was absolutely chuffed to bits! So much so, he has commissioned another one of Clive's fantastic sculptures. That means I have to do this all over again.
So, as I type this at midnight on Sunday... or is that 1.00am on Monday? Whatever, it's late, I'm tired and confused. Someone here has been round the house and changed half the clocks but I don't know which ones. Has my phone auto-updated or is that BST? What time do I set my alarm for? Oh well, I will see you some time in the future.
Beam me up, Scotty!