I paid £10 to ensure the delivery of this card would occur on Monday, 14 February. Valentine’s Day. It arrived this morning: Saturday, 12 February, Not Valentine’s day. I feel very disappointed. And a little foolish. Your lovely website, together with your lovely prices, send the message that whatever you are selling must be of a standard so exceptional, and your service, of course, would be of the highest quality and efficiency. Instead, I feel stupid for once again allowing myself to make a decision based only on the wrapping, chosen very skillfully by someone who should no doubt be taking the knee at Romford Market in front of Cyril. The bloke who sells the dodgy Gucci handbags next to the Golden Lion. You have completely ruined all my plans for Monday. However, tonight I shall be writing in my blogs. Tomorrow morning is my podcast time. After a lovely Sunday lunch, I shall look forward to spending the early evening updating all my social media and visiting several review sites while chanting about the human condition that compels us to equate beauty with goodness   I believe the Trojan Horse was a sight to behold as it was delivered.