The Best Laid Plans...

The day started out okay. In between trips down to the laundry room, I baked an allergen-free cake for my kids for Sunday's Christmas party and looked after some work-related catastrophes like no food for 300 people for the other party on Sunday.

Then I missed a phone call from 450km away about where to deliver the elusive cast sock. I let him know that home would be best, and while I was waiting for the delivery, around 1pm, the phone rang and the company said they goofed - again - and had delivered it, finally, to work. So, I waddled on over to work, opened it up and was dismayed to find it was a large plastic bag meant for bathing, showering and swimming while wearing a plaster or fibreglass cast.

Sigh...

I called the company when I got home and they told me that they were very clear with my friend that there were no refunds. Of course, having not had any part in this purchase, meant only to make my life easier, they agreed to look into toe warmers or something for a walking cast and said if I paid for a courier to send it to them, they *might* issue a refund to my big-hearted but slightly misguided friend.

Now I have to break it to him without sounding callous or putting my foot in my mouth that his week-long Good Samaritan project was completely without legs, and hopefully he won't feel like a heel...