You’ve Got Mail

It’s an interesting turn of events when your crazy ex-landlord appears unexpectedly at the door of your new home, two years after you left her house in the hope of never seeing her face again.

I sometimes wonder how the minds of others work… who am I kidding? I wonder this every day, at least several times a day.

The full details of our horrendous moving day, which should have been a joyous occasion, will, I’m sure make their way in to one of my books in the future but until then they are safely stored in my head, just waiting.

Anywho! Like I said it’s been two years since we vacated our rented home and moved in to the home that we own.

When we moved we changed our address with all the relevant important peoples. And like any other person would, we expected any rogue mail to be passed on to us so we could rectify any missed address changes or at the very least the new occupants would simply write “return to sender” Β and pop them back in the letter box.

Apparently that was too much like hard work and instead our mail has been hoarded for some strange reason for the best part of two years.

This isn’t just junk mail neither. In fact most of it wasn’t junk mail.

The mail included was correspondence from my sons school, bank statements (these were due to crossed wires regarding address changes at the school and bank) and probably the most infuriating of all; complimentary tickets sent to us last August for Bingley Music Live 2016!

Why go to all the trouble of keeping this mail? If they were keeping it they obviously intended to return it at some point, so why not do that earlier so we could have been made aware that mail was still going there?

Aside from being completely illegal it’s also bat s**t insane! But never mind, it gave me something to write about…

Once again I love my life because it’s completely nuts and random and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I just love it πŸ™‚

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Don’t ever let anyone make you think you’re not good enough.Β 

Follow your dreams right now! Don’t wait until tomorrow,Β 

next week, next year. Stop planning, start doing πŸ™‚


Be happy and keep smiling πŸ˜€


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