Our normal postman has been off sick for a while now. I think they have replaced him with a person from outside the region. For the second time we discovered a card in our postbox: “We attempted delivery of a parcel, but you were out.” Well, I wasn’t out. I was actually in front of the computer all day. Because the road running past the farmhouse is unsurfaced, one can easily hear vehicles going past the property, and no such sound was heard.
I don’t think the replacement post(woman) knows where our house is; the postbox is next to that of the neighbouring property, just outside their gate, some 400 metres away from us. We think she probably rang their bell, and, getting no response, left the card. So once again I’ll have to trot into the village on Tuesday next week (the post office is not open on Mondays).