How strange...
Aug. 27th, 2011 09:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reynardoWhen we first moved here, as expected, mail kept arriving for the previous owners. They hadn't given a forwarding address - just asked us to hand it over to the real estate agents - but one day a letter for them arrived back here, with the agent's writing on it "Try XXXX" (real address concealed for obvious reasons). The writing was in blue biro on a red envelope and very hard to see, so the postie obviously had re-sorted it for here.
So for the next little while, as XXXX isn't too far away, I was dropping the mail straight in there. It's an older house, and has a new one being built at the back - quite a common sight in this area. Then, about a month after, a letter arrived for us with no return address.
It was from the previous owners, saying that we'd been dropping the mail at the wrong address, and from now on we should just bin it.
To tell the truth, a lot of the time I wasn't happy with doing that, as sometimes they were letters from legal firms or what looked like official notices. Rather than bin them, I'd return the letters to sender.
Anyway, yesterday a letter turned up hand-addressed to one of the previous occupants. The envelope held a shape that felt like a credit card, so we opened it in the worry that it might be something serious.
It was.
It was the driving licence and some other cards for one of the previous occupants, that he'd apparently accidentally left on a bus.
And the most recent address on the back of the licence?
The one we'd been dropping the mail at before. XXXX.
So I took them to the police station and let them sort it out.
So for the next little while, as XXXX isn't too far away, I was dropping the mail straight in there. It's an older house, and has a new one being built at the back - quite a common sight in this area. Then, about a month after, a letter arrived for us with no return address.
It was from the previous owners, saying that we'd been dropping the mail at the wrong address, and from now on we should just bin it.
To tell the truth, a lot of the time I wasn't happy with doing that, as sometimes they were letters from legal firms or what looked like official notices. Rather than bin them, I'd return the letters to sender.
Anyway, yesterday a letter turned up hand-addressed to one of the previous occupants. The envelope held a shape that felt like a credit card, so we opened it in the worry that it might be something serious.
It was.
It was the driving licence and some other cards for one of the previous occupants, that he'd apparently accidentally left on a bus.
And the most recent address on the back of the licence?
The one we'd been dropping the mail at before. XXXX.
So I took them to the police station and let them sort it out.
