When you retire and get old you look forward to some post coming through the letter box. You wait for the postman each day, only for him to walk by, no excitement.
Suddenly you hear the front gate squeak and spot the postman, or lady, push your mail through the letterbox, great someone has written to you and you rush to the door.
What is there, a booklet for chairlifts, I live in a bungalow. Next a booklet for mobility aids, so they know my age and my mobility. followed by a Luxury Care Home, I don't need one as I would move in with one of my Sons to annoy them, perhaps they are sending them to me. Finally a chimney sweep leaflet, Mr. Postman, look I haven't got a chimney.
Oh well there was a Cotton Traders booklet so I can look at the pictures and remind myself that I'm not a size 10 or 12 anymore, or never was. Big Huff.
I suppose they had to post the leaflets somewhere Heather - Not very considerate - he could have posted you -luxury cruises , holidays in Wales!! and perhaps special eateries ! ha!
That is about all the post seems to deliver any more. I do miss election time, over here, as I can accumulate masses of fire starters for the wood stove, for use in winter.
And they never read anything you send back to them. "Deceased" must not mean anything, my BIL still gets membership renewal notices (passed in 2019).
And they never read anything you send back to them. "Deceased" must not mean anything, my BIL still gets membership renewal notices (passed in 2019).