clovehitched | My Mother-in-Law, The Saga Continues

My MiL frequently gives Sylvia grief if she doesn't send a birthday card to her grandparents in good time. Imagine then, how gratifying it was for Sylvia's birthday card from my MiL (her birthday was yesterday) to arrive this morning. Here's why:

We've lived in this house for 9 years. Sylvia has lived in Cambridge since 1993. My mother-in-law still not only does not know our postcode, but after several times of being told, she still writes it s C-something-or-other, a number, space, squiggle, presumably on the basis that postcodes are part of addresses and she Must Put One On, even if it's not the right one, or even illegible.

In this case she seems to have written CM6 squiggle. CM6 would be somewhere near Chelmsford, I imagine. Cambridge is CB, not CM, and we live in CB1, not CB6. Presumably the Royal Mail sent the card to Chelmsford, where the sorting office looked at it, scratched their heads, crossed out the "CM6" bit, and put it back in the post, for it to make its way here, with further manual intervention because it doesn't have a postcode.

I could phone my mother-in-law and tell her this, but it would be a waste of effort because she almost certainly won't care. She's been told our postcode many times, but never writes it down. This no-doubt gives her a reason to complain about how terrible it is that the postal service can't get a card to Sylvia, oh woe is her, etc. etc..

Normal human beings would just write the damned post code down.

Originally posted at http://auntysarah.dreamwidth.org/204852.html - you can comment here or there.