“We’ve got a package for you. I was just checking you were in. I’ll get my colleague to come round with it,” the guard said.
“It’ll be for my flatmate,” I thought. It always is. I never get mail.
A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. It was a new guard, and he checked the house number before handing the parcel over.
And it was FOR ME!
“This is my first mail for 5 years,” I gushed.
The guard was a bit taken aback but manage to rally and ask why that should be, and why hadn’t I complained…but to whom, I said?
I used to get mail quite reguarly but then it just dried up and I know that several people had tried to send parcels in that time. I started telling people not to bother.
And then yesterday, a Christmas card and pack of pretty notecards, sent in Scotland on 25th November arrived and made my day.Share this post: