30 October, 2005 | Leave a Comment

Back in August, before I left Boston, I mailed seven heavy boxes of books to London. These were my favourite books, culled from a rather large collection. I could only afford to send the boxes via M-bag, which meant they’d be shipped by sea and arrive within four to six weeks. I honestly never expected all of the boxes to arrive. It pained me to part with them at my local Massachusetts post office.

Four weeks later, three of the boxes turned up on my London doorstep. Then NOTHING for weeks. I thought my fears were confirmed (because who really has faith in any government agency?) but then lo and behold, this past week the remaining four boxes arrived, battered and bruised. To my surprise, the books inside the tattered boxes were in perfect condition.

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1. William Says:

   October 31st, 2005 at 12:41 am

   AND you have Mr. Sock! He arrived safely as well!!! It’s a perfect world for you now!
   William

2. Anita Says:

   November 4th, 2005 at 2:12 am

   The USPS lost my copy of Gabriel Garcia Marquez’ “Memoirs of my Melancholy Whores” and I’m not happy. And my mail is never delivered before 7pm. Don’t give the USPS too many kudos.

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