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Friday, 11 September 2020
A tale of two parcels.
I hardly know where to begin with this story; it is bizarre to say the least.
Firstly let me say that we've had more strange behaviour from the French postal services than I thought was possible. This is just another example amongst many I could offer, although officially this one is the fault of Parcel Force and their French equivalent.
Two days ago, at mid-day, a man arrived with a big 4.4 kilo parcel. He handed it over, and hurriedly left.
The parcel boasted two different delivery addresses; one for a man near Paris, and the other for my daughter-in-law, Kellogg. The parcel had two separate delivery address stickers for the man near Paris, but one had an address for Kellogg stuck over it. The man had chosen to deliver the parcel here.
Lady M had a look at what was inside, and it turned out to be some English hand-made leather seat covers for some classic car. Had the parcel been for Kellogg it would have contained some essential oils.
Luckily the Parisian man's phone number was on the address label, so I called him; and, yes, he had Kellogg's parcel. We laughed a bit, scratched our heads, and tried to find a logical answer to their mistake..... we couldn't.
Well the pantomime ended with me having to re-wrap it, take it down to The Post Office (yes, that one) and send it to where it should have been delivered in the first place. He will do much the same with ours. It cost me €13.75 (not too bad I suppose)
p.s. Just for fun, I will add this other strange story. My youngest son had sent a correctly addressed large parcel to his Mother-in-law in Sweden, and paid €60 for the pleasure. Two days later it was delivered back to him, HERE. When he returned to The Post Office (yes, that one again) to explain that they'd made an amusing mistake, he was made to pay for it all over again; another €60. They wouldn't budge! What a bloody con!
It’s dawn over Trelawnyd.
The sky looks like one *Turner *would have painted with big clouds tinged
with pink and blue.
I’ve just taken *Dorothy *outside...
2 days ago
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away; we also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
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