Deliver You

We don’t have to wait for much these days.

It took a whole 25 minutes for some kind gentleman to deliver me a six-pack of IPA at 4.45 on a Monday night in the pouring rain.

Sure, I paid for the privilege. That’s what privilege means.

The next morning we realized we were a blender cup short of an incredibly healthy breakfast smoothie, so we put in an order.

It arrived the next day.

In this age of fast buying and even quicker delivery, why is it that we wait to live our passions?

We’re the only person who can deliver the life we want.

Get pedalling!