Please, Mr Postman
This morning I stumbled across an email notifying that a package would be delivered for my partner today. It included the option to select “safe delivery” so I responded that it could be left at the front door. I was then out of the house for the rest of the morning, thinking it would be delivered regardless of me being there to sign for it.
When I get home after midday I see a card in the letter box saying the parcel can be collected from the local Post Shop after 4pm today. Damn! I had just been at that very shop half an hour before, how annoying to have to go back there tomorrow when I already said to leave it at the door. (It was actually small enough to go in the letter box anyway).
I walked back into the garage and was about to close the door when I see the postman come around the corner and stop to deliver something to the house across the road. So, with the collection card in hand, I crossed the street and asked if he had the item with him. (Sometimes they are delivered by a separate van service). He did, now I have it and I don’t have to make a special trip to the Post Shop tomorrow. (No, I didn’t complain about the disregarded delivery instructions!)
Yes, PERFECT timing … the magic of SYNCHRONICITY strikes again… I must be still on the right path for my life and making the right choices! 🙂