|Better late than never|
As we are technically still of No Fixed Abode until mid-December, we finally got ourselves a Post Office Box, actually a private company one (as our national Postal service has been on strike for the last four months). We decided to get a small parcel mailed there, close to our little flat, from a company we had previously used about eight months ago to purchase two Eco-shower heads which were not on sale in any retailers in SA. I duly e-mailed our new box address details to the supplier who had dealt with our last postal order and the same lady promised that the items would arrive within 3 working days. When this did not happen and she had e-mailed to ask if I was happy with my purchase, I tracked the parcel and found it had been delivered to the office close to where we used to live - now far away from our current abode. She had over-ridden my instructions and decided to send it to the office closest to the street address on her records. It has eventually taken 8 days to get hold of my parcel. It's the old story of never 'ASS-u-me'. She assumed she knew better than me what my postal address should be. I assumed she would mail it automatically to the address I had given. I didn't think it relevant to tell her I had changed my street address. It was a frustrating exercise but I can't really complain. She thought she was going the extra mile.