Ripping yarns

I get SFX magazine on subscription. It's a bit fan boyish, but on the whole it's ideal for those moments of quiet reflection in the smallest room of the house. For the current issue the publishers have decided to bundle it in with two free magazine - a crappy Playstation magazine (I don't have a PS2, thank you very much) and a sub literate film review thing. This bulked the package up to the size of a phone directory, and still the postman decided to try hammering it through the letter box, ripping the front cover and the first six pages of SFX (no, not the PS2 and film ones - they were pristine).

Is it worth complaining? Probably not, but I will do so if only to vent my irritation.

Alicia was due at the dentist's this lunchtime and the Tesco van, booked for  the slot from 10:00 am - 12:00 pm turned up with ten minutes to go. Just time to pack the frozen stuff, jump in the car, find that the cd I'd tried to write this morning hadn't worked properly, drive 5 miles to Alicia's school, pick her up, field a call on the hands free from Alicia's mother wondering where we were, drive through Hillsborough, get diverted round the long way onto the A61 by road works, drive to the dentist's, find somewhere to park and get to the reception desk only being five minutes late. Not bad going, but by the time I got home my officially designated lunch hour was nearly over.