No Post

One of my favourite sayings when we lived in the house was ‘No Post, no bills’.
However, receipt of letters was very rare and sadly the only mail we ever got was actually bills, unless of course it was someone’s birthday.

mail deliveryMoving home meant redirection of mail, but even then, there was hardly anything, just the expected final bills sent to the supply address which in due course were redirected to our friend.
Our redirection service is due to expire next month, but it has been a good opportunity to get rid of the junk mail we never requested from companies we’d never contacted, or even heard of.

mailA catalogue addressed to me arrived at our friend’s house, quoting HIS address, not redirected from the cottage. The only way this could have happened is for an Estate Agent (2 had insisted on a contact address) or the Bank (unlikely due to content of said catalogue) to have passed on my details.
To me, this is actually an invasion of my privacy, so I sent the unopened packet back with the address crossed out : R.T.S. Not at this address.

We have been here over a fortnight, and have notified all the official parties required, plus a few friends and my Mum. The only letter we’ve received was forwarded by our friend as it was something sent to us in error that had to be returned, but today Hubby received the brochure he was waiting for, so that was officially our first mail!
postman patIn today’s technology, there is no need for snail mail really, unless you’re an old dinosaur crock like me who likes to get something handwritten, which always seems much more personal too.
Everything now is done by email, text, ipad, tablet, pdas, notebooks, notepads, or smartphone, so it’s no wonder that the old ways of communication for us wrinklies is almost a thing of the past.
emailEven in business, most correspondence is done electronically although one company won’t accept an email to notify our change of address, so I have gone back to them to say I am not prepared to confirm sensitive data over an unsecure mobile phone either, and what would they like me to put in writing?

On another issue, trying to find ones way around new towns is also a bit of a game.
Hubby has some really high tech gear on his dashboard (a compass), but that doesn’t tell you how to actually get anywhere, just the direction you’re going in.
If you went into a shop to ask for directions, the first thing you’d be asked was if you had a GPS (duh, if we did we wouldn’t be asking would we?)
Estate Agents in particular were notorious for this, and thought they were being so helpful and clever by putting the post code on the property details as apparently it is considered that written directions are no longer required.
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We now have a mini library of street map books for areas we were interested in. They are not cheap as some are almost £12 a go, and they are also like hens teeth. Outlets like Smiths or Waterstones don’t stock them, and we were referred to……….. a garage!
That’s OK so long as it’s a ‘proper’ garage like BP, Shell or Esso, but one that has a Tesco or other shopping chain attached, and you may as well stand in the middle of the road and yell  ‘ I’m lost! ‘ to which the answer is inevitably ‘TOUGH’.

Yesterday though, Hubs was pleased to have his own personal GPS on board: ie Me with a map book.
We got stuck in heavy traffic and were on the wrong side of town. Finding where we were took a bit of time as we were on an unfamiliar main ‘A’ road with no side roads to identify, but seeing where we wanted to be was a doddle as I’d already marked it in the book from our last visit.
Thankfully, it was all on the same page, and I was able to route us through the back streets to our destination, which took the grand total of 8 minutes.
Somehow, I don’t think technology would have routed us the way I did.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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3 Responses to No Post

  1. You are one up on me, on this issue. I have GPS navigation on my mobile phone, and find it invaluable whenever I am in a strange town, which happens far more often, now that I am retired. I’m not sure how I ever found anything prior to GPS!

  2. Crooked Tracks says:

    Oh it is so hard to get rid of that junk mail, the post office here will give the new address to the junk mailers!

    • When I worked for a book company, one of our retailers used to ‘buy’ mailing lists from various sources. Also the Electoral Roll is easily accessible.
      Forms used to say if you didn’t want to receive promotional mail from their company to tick ‘this box’. Now it doesn’t matter, you get it anyway! Waste of a tree, waste of resources, and a waste of my time! 🙂

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