So they tried to deliver last Monday, when I was at work. Fair enough, not their fault. (Here's where, if the seller had used Royal Mail, the parcel would have gone to the sorting office 2 minutes' walk away, for me to pick up the next morning.) They said they'd left a card. No card, but I did get an email inviting me to reschedule.
I went for a Saturday delivery to increase the odds of someone being around. As it turned out, I was in all day. When the last possible hour of delivery had passed, I checked their website and learned that they had tried to deliver twice and left a card.
These attempts did not, apparently, involve ringing the doorbell. Or leaving a card, come to that.
They tried again on Monday, when, inevitably, I was at work. This time I did find the card - lying loose on the doorstep, which would explain why I didn't get the previous two.
Yodel operate a 'three strikes' policy, so I was looking forward to collecting my parcel from their depot in bloody Mitcham later in the week. To my great surprise, I saw a fourth 'out for delivery' notification on Tuesday.
It was all getting a bit Groundhog Day, and meeting the definition of madness as doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results. But!
But the buzzer went when I'd been home from work less than five minutes. Obviously I was in the loo at the time, but I sprang out and leapt to hit the entry button. Then I ran down three flights of stairs in case the guy got tired and gave up, and received my parcel from his hands.
Funny thing, though. Yodel said they couldn't just leave my package somewhere inconspicuous, because the seller required a signature. Yet the courier didn't ask for one.