Christmas Clangers

By clangers, I mean things that have gone wrong.
Not these Clangers:
You have to be pretty old to have watched these on the telly.
Anyway, clangers such as
...me not being able to finish the sweater I was knitting for the Queenager. I thought she might notice if I sat there with a stripey sweater on my lap, but she's walked into the bedroom a few times and it's hanging over a chair. (If you're reading this, you can have it when I have a chance to stitch it up. It's a bit of a faff.)
...the roof deck sliding doors deciding to spring a leak, collect rain in the sliders and spread it to the ceiling below. Not what you want a few days before Christmas. 
... A UPS package (Christmas present of course) going missing. When I finally got through to a real live customer support person, all she was able to tell me was exactly what I could find out on my own using my tracking number and their web site. About as much use as a plastic teapot. Sigh. (The trick, if you need to know, in getting through to a live person instead of the robot person, is to say your tracking number in such a terribly English accent that said robot gives up and puts you through to a human. - Only works in the USA though.)
Update on the UPS saga - despite paying for 2-day delivery, it didn't arrive on time so I had to spend another $5 to have it held till we get back from skiing. What a nice little money-maker that is.
On a positive note, the Queenager and I wee upgraded to first class for our flight to Denver. Rarely happens when we travel as a family of five!
Y'all have a lovely Christmas!