In praise of Royal Mail

Today I got home to find that a plastic bag, containing a dishevelled Christmas card, had been delivered.

On closer inspection, it seemed that the envelope was open on three sides (rather neatly open in fact). When I opened the card I discovered that the £10 note my Great Aunt had kindly enclosed was still in situ!

Pretty impressive really.

[I also had a card from my parents today. Not sure when that started happening. Surely they don’t need to send a Christmas card to their daughter who they’ll be spending Christmas with?]