Saturday 20 March 2010

Small town delights (number 99 in an infinite series)

This morning, while shopping in Tenterden with my daughter, I was approached by a postman in Waitrose with a recorded delivery letter that he had tried to deliver to my home earlier.

He had left the usual card, so that I could collect the item from the sorting office. However, seeing me go into Waitrose, he followed, and I was able to take and sign for the item there.

That's what I call service!

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