Oh yes! Wait a minute, Mr Postman!

(Stop)
Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Postman
(Wait)
Wait Mister Postman

Please Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there's a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why's it takin' such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine

After being exposed to a particular procedure of service situation for any length of time, you are inclined to accept such service without question and the whole thing becomes rather blase.

Arriving in a new country, you become exposed to the different ways that people handle similar situations. One such instance is the delivery of post. New Zealand mail operates what is called “Rural Delivery” (that’s the RD1 part of the postal address) in our area. The Postie must be able to place your mail in your box without leaving his/her vehicle: for this purpose there are instructions about size specification requirements.

 

The service is prompt and excellent, even operating on a Saturday afternoon!

One of the differences in aspects of NZ over South African post is that they offer printed postage stamps in addition to the date-franked version. Until now, all mail which we received had come from official sources in franked envelopes. My first stamped letter arrived at the end of January, thus:

 

These stamps sell for 95c each or $4.50 for the set of 5. This is the 2011 collection:

While the 2009 collection covered everyday items, instead of someone’s head or one of the major wild animals, including a push lawn-mower, fish n chips, and a sausage!