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Originally posted by french frank View PostI always take parcels in for my neighbour (there are two parcels in my hall at the moment). Although cards are left telling them where to collect them, it's left to me to try to find them in, first picking up the parcels, unlocking my front door (it has no Yale-type latch), marching round with the parcels, ringing the front door bell and waiting to see if anyone will come, then going back home and replacing the parcels on the floor in the hall. This is typically repeated three or four times. Each time I hold on to them for longer and longer to see who will crack first. I dunno. People!
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Originally posted by JFLL View PostAre you sure the cards have actually been left, though? Twice in the past two weeks I've taken in parcels for neighbours (one if not both via Yodell, I think) and I've asked the deliverer whether he'll leave a note with the intended recipients saying where it's been left. Yes, he would. But after a few days of non-collection I contact the neighbours and they say no note has been put through their door. Makes you wonder …
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After putting my own card through my neighbour's door saying I had been trying to deliver the parcels to them for two days (when their lights were on and I could hear them next door), the neighbour eventually called to collect them - and apologised saying he had been very busy. This morning, 10.00am, the famous DPD called, and having notified them, probably, to within an hour when a parcel would arrive, there was no reply so it was again left with me .It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by JFLL View PostAre you sure the cards have actually been left, though?
[Of course, the postman could have waited until I closed my door and then withdrawn his hand from the letterbox, still clutching the card, and gone away. But I think on balance that's unlikely. And my front door is glazed so I can still see what's happening even when I'm closing the door.]It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by french frank View PostIn this case, yes. I live in a terraced house and his door is within a foot of mine. I saw the cards being written and the postman walking round to put them through the letterbox. Any further questions, m'lud?
[Of course, the postman could have waited until I closed my door and then withdrawn his hand from the letterbox, still clutching the card, and gone away. But I think on balance that's unlikely. And my front door is glazed so I can still see what's happening even when I'm closing the door.]
I once had a rented room in a house and another person had a room at the front. One day I went into his room around 11am, and he looked out and as the postman walked down the street, and said something like "Ah, he'll go to number 69 next, then 71 - oh - he's missing out number 75 today - they normally have a parcel ...."
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Originally posted by french frank View PostIn this case, yes. I live in a terraced house and his door is within a foot of mine. I saw the cards being written and the postman walking round to put them through the letterbox. Any further questions, m'lud?
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Originally posted by JFLL View PostHmmm.... How about telling the postman that the neighbours have asked you to tell him to take undelivered parcels back to the sorting office, and to put a note through their door saying they could collect it there (a normal procedure, after all)? Not strictly honest, but maybe salutary.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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