Turns out I somehow (alcohol) ordered all my etiz to my old student house. I rang the landlords and got the notoriously useless receptionist who said they hadn't had any post handed in (well why would they? She'd just told me the house hadn't been rented again after we moved out) and that she wasn't going to go check because they're likely to return it back to sender. Postie we had back then would just sign for stuff and chuck it through the door if no one was in to sign, and the one I have now does too. And so did the one at my parents'.
I'm going to ring back in a few hours and tell them it's my fucking medication from a private prescription or something. Technically true. Fucked off she wouldn't even check. Might even go in because she really is useless. Before I moved in, I rang a few days prior asking if I could move in earlier than expected and she said yes no problem. The day I was due to leave my previous flat someone else rang and basically said 'no sorry she was wrong you can't.'
Worst landlords ever, in general, they were.