Please ring this number beforehand to arrange for somebody to be this library to take delivery. There usually isn't somebody on site so this prior arrangement is essential.
Which lesser mortals may have taken as a hint.
Not one of our well-known national electrical and white goods companies. We got the automatic electronic telephone call yesterday evening to say that the van would be delivering the goods to Helminthdale Library some time between 7am and 1pm.
At five to seven, Alwyn takes a call from the driver asking for directions to Helminthdale Library. Which he gives. At twenty to eight they call again. Maisie takes the call and explains that
- They should be delivering to Carbootsale Library;
- The company should have made prior arrangement as requested; and
- There won't be anybody to take delivery until after nine o'clock.
"That'll muck our schedules about," complains the driver.
"Not my problem," explains Maisie.
For the next four hours the driver, and his mate, did a tour of Catty, Umpty and the bits of Bencup that nobody talks about before finally ringing up to confess that they couldn't find Carbootsale Library. Maisie provided the directions again.
And once again the next time they rang up.
Finally, they reckoned that they were in the right place but couldn't find the library.
"What road are you on?"
"What can you see when you look out of the window?"
"There's an Oxfam Shop, an Help The Aged Shop and a British Heart Foundation Shop."
"You're close enough. I'll get somebody to find you and guide you in."
Maisie then rang Verity, who'd been waiting on site and asked her to go and find the driver and hold his hand and take him back to the library.
"I'm really sorry about this Verity."
"That's alright, love. It's been nice to be back home, even if it's just for a morning."