Okay, so this is a moan – a big one – but it’s my blog so if I want to have a moan I will! To put you in the picture, the four avenues where I live are all cul-de-sacs; I live in a block of four semis with eight other houses across the road, and at the end of the street is a big field with a modern single storey children’s centre in the corner nearest to me. As far as I know the centre has no actual number although the name of it is on a big board facing the street, but for the last twelve months or so, every so often, I’ve been getting mail addressed to the centre but with my house number on it. Now at first I didn’t mind and was quite happy to walk along the street to the centre and hand the mail to the manager, but this has happened so many times that I’m now seriously fed up with it.
At one time I would scribble out my house number, write ‘Please deliver to correct address’ on the envelope and put it in the post box which I pass every day on my way to work, and for a while I had no more unwanted mail. Then a few weeks ago it started again though I’ve continued to put it back in the post box, but today was the straw which broke the camel’s back and I let my feelings be known in no uncertain terms on both the front and the back of the envelope before putting it back in the post box.
Obviously I don’t know if the letter will be redelivered but if it is I hope the centre staff take heed of my message – I have an office shredder here at home so anything which isn’t mine or Michael’s will be shredded. If the mail came from the same person/business all the time I could say that person had obviously mistaken the number, but the letters and packages come from many different people which leads me to think that someone at the centre has wrongly given my number. And the thing which really gets my goat is that my house and the centre are obviously two very different buildings so any postman should realise that, and regardless of any number which happens to be on the envelope, deliver the post to the correct place.
I know it may seem like I’m making a mountain out of a molehill but getting the wrong post has happened so many times that it’s now gone beyond a joke and is very annoying. Yes, I know I could walk a couple of hundred yards along the street and take the mail myself but I don’t see why I should do the postman’s job for him – unless of course Royal Mail want to pay me his wages for doing it!