So dear reader, it was my birthday recently.
One of the cards sent to me via Her Majesty's Royal Mail unfortunately went missing, aka, stolen by a Post Office employee. Significantly it was the only item on it's way to yours truly that contained a cheque. I speak with some prior experience of this.
Several birthdays back, I had the same thing happen except on that occasion, multiple cards went missing, and guess what? They too, all contained money. I subsequently logged a complaint through Postwatch.
Approximately a year later I recieved a zeroxed reply essentially negating the very idea that anyone employed by Royal Mail would do such a heinous thing as steal from the mail. Mine had simply gotten lost somehow, apparently.
I remember thinking that, if there was a more effective way of completely wasting my time than registering such a complaint then waiting for a balanced response, I'd yet to discover it.
I mean, they're hardly likely to acknowledge the plain truth, which is that stealing goodies from the mail is, for some people, the sole reason for seeking employment in a sorting office. Who needs overtime when you can go home every night with cash, cheques, credit-cards and other delicious booty stuffed down your pants?
The upshot is that I now request that people send any mail to Chéz Sonique in a brown envelope, in the hope that it will convey a please-don't-steal-me-I'm-a-pamphlet message to any thieving scumbags in the sorting office.
Consequently, reading THIS today hasn't done my blood-pressure any good at all.