AdorableAlice
Well-Known Member
The very kind and generous ycbm posted me 3 bottles of baby oil she no longer needed. Many thanks ycbm, I am very grateful. A little traumatised but very grateful.
Our local postmen never leave anything so I came home to a card telling me to go to the post office sorting depot. I knew the parcel was coming but it didn't cross my mind to give ycbm my surname and the parcel was simply addressed to 'Ann and Martha'. which was put on the delivery card left in my post box, along with strict ID instructions for collection. I have had problems collecting parcels in the past especially when newly married and still having items in my previous name.
So off I toddled to the sorting depot armed with my driving licence and a photo of Martha. I feared the worst thinking they might not give me the parcel with no surname. I stood in the queue and watched the postman having a right tussle with a lady who had come to collect and parcel and was determined not to pay the customs charge. The queue got ever longer and finally it was my turn.
It was pretty obvious the postman really had enough of his Friday afternoon as he asked me for my surname and Martha's. So I explain the parcel is a gift and Martha is a horse. The sender of the gift doesn't know my surname. I had my back to the queue but could feel the daggers being drawn as the wait went on whilst poor Mr Postman summoned his line manager. The manager seemingly has missed the horse information and asked me if Martha lives at my address, so I said 'no, she lives in a stable down the lane'. I can only assume the manager thought I was taking the P, because he then asked why Martha was not with me to collect the parcel. Well she could be but it is a long way for her to walk and I mention again she is a horse and the parcel is a gift for her.
Thankfully the parcel appears and its contents had been detailed on the packaging, 3 bottles of baby oil. This is going to make it easier I think to myself, or maybe not............!! The postman announced loudly, "3 bottles of baby oil to be used with a horse". The queue fell silent and I tried to babble out to the postman ' noooooooooooooo, Martha has skin problems, the queue gasped in unison. I could feel my neck and face going puce.
Now I am not built for speed, but I left that office at the speed of light, clutching my parcel tightly. The queue parted in stoney silence giving me a very wide berth. I am now constantly checking our local facebook page in case some one announces the village has an old woman 'doing ' things with a horse and baby oil !
My husband collapsed in laughter and is still giggling away hours after I told him what had happened.
Our local postmen never leave anything so I came home to a card telling me to go to the post office sorting depot. I knew the parcel was coming but it didn't cross my mind to give ycbm my surname and the parcel was simply addressed to 'Ann and Martha'. which was put on the delivery card left in my post box, along with strict ID instructions for collection. I have had problems collecting parcels in the past especially when newly married and still having items in my previous name.
So off I toddled to the sorting depot armed with my driving licence and a photo of Martha. I feared the worst thinking they might not give me the parcel with no surname. I stood in the queue and watched the postman having a right tussle with a lady who had come to collect and parcel and was determined not to pay the customs charge. The queue got ever longer and finally it was my turn.
It was pretty obvious the postman really had enough of his Friday afternoon as he asked me for my surname and Martha's. So I explain the parcel is a gift and Martha is a horse. The sender of the gift doesn't know my surname. I had my back to the queue but could feel the daggers being drawn as the wait went on whilst poor Mr Postman summoned his line manager. The manager seemingly has missed the horse information and asked me if Martha lives at my address, so I said 'no, she lives in a stable down the lane'. I can only assume the manager thought I was taking the P, because he then asked why Martha was not with me to collect the parcel. Well she could be but it is a long way for her to walk and I mention again she is a horse and the parcel is a gift for her.
Thankfully the parcel appears and its contents had been detailed on the packaging, 3 bottles of baby oil. This is going to make it easier I think to myself, or maybe not............!! The postman announced loudly, "3 bottles of baby oil to be used with a horse". The queue fell silent and I tried to babble out to the postman ' noooooooooooooo, Martha has skin problems, the queue gasped in unison. I could feel my neck and face going puce.
Now I am not built for speed, but I left that office at the speed of light, clutching my parcel tightly. The queue parted in stoney silence giving me a very wide berth. I am now constantly checking our local facebook page in case some one announces the village has an old woman 'doing ' things with a horse and baby oil !
My husband collapsed in laughter and is still giggling away hours after I told him what had happened.
