Awww, I hate that, my dear friend, I hope that she will be there tomorrow then!!!!
I once had Mr. Postman ring my doorbell with a big parcel in his arms, and when I got out to open, he regretted and said, "that's a mistake, I'd got to go again!" - "But isn't it my parcel?", I asked - "Yes, it is your parcel, but I am not allowed to accept money, and you have to pay in order to get the parcel, so you'll have to go to the post office to get it!" - Oh my - there he walked off with my precious Lucas, and he even forgot to give me a "delivery note"!!!

I had him though, but I had to wait 3 hours until the post office opened up!!!! Phew!!!!