I stayed in on Saturday morning as I was expecting a recorded post delivery. Nothing had turned up by mid-morning so I went to the online tracker and discovered they claimed to have delivered it. Not having said parcel I was somewhat perturbed. Looking at the proof of delivery it had been signed for by someone I had never heard of!

As it was Saturday there wasn’t much I could do about it. So this morning I phone the supplier who’d sent the parcel. They do a bit of googling and look up the persons name on the Electoral Roll (!) and discover they live in a similarly named address the other side of Reading. It’s at this point I twig that the parcel had been delivered by the East Reading office, not the West Reading one as one would expect.

After a few calls it’s suggested I go to the delivery office in person as it’s hard to get them on the phone (! maybe they only do written communications?) So I go down there, explain what happened, as soon as I mention the address I think the parcel might have gone to the guy says ‘Aaah!’ pops off and comes back with my parcel! Yay

Faith in humanity confirmed because 1 – whoever it was wrongly delivered to took the parcel back to the delivery office and 2- the guy in the office remembered them and didn’t make it difficult for me to get the parcel.

Quite how it went to such a wrong address in the first place is another matter!