And still it rains.
And here was I thinking that today I would begin my Christmas shopping and get some boxes in the mail for the family in New Zealand but no: look at this. Below. (Pointed out by one of my Instagram readers yesterday when I posted that I was giving myself an un-apologetic Mental Health Day and I was not going to use it to begin Christmas shopping).
No more postal service to New Zealand? What happened to ‘ the mail must get through’. We have grown up to believe that mail delivery is almost sacrosanct, being able to send a letter or card or package is a given, a civilized thing, a right available to all – even though I have to admit I am useless at mailing packages on time – but I could have! Now I cannot until ‘further notice’ AND right before Christmas.
I am gobsmacked.
Though- another good reason to set up a Personal Delivery.
Not just us.
I need a good journalist to dig into this and find out the real reason why I can’t send a TShirt to my daughter or a goats milk soap to my godmother. Because this is bullshit.
And still it rains. If this were snow we would be buried.
They say cold is coming so these old chooks better hurry up and grow their winter feathers in. Molting birds should stay out of sight until they fully dressed again.
Tima. Still in her diet barn and the corn is still standing in the field – too wet to combine. So she has to stay there. She does not mind so much – she has cows and chooks and ducks to keep her company.
Change is in the air. ( I bet you can imagine what my 24 seconds will look like tomorrow!)
Have a lovely day!