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You folk will understand the emotions involved in the following story.
I own two watches. One is a 1968 Omega Seamaster, which I’ve had for about seventeen years. The other is a Tag Heuer Indy 500. My wife bought it for me, second hand but in mint condition, for my fortieth a few years ago. I have worn that Tag daily ever since, and it means a great deal to me. The Omega I now wear only as a dress watch.
About seven weeks ago, I sent my Tag off to get a new battery, resealed and pressure checked. I live in the UK, and I sent it as a registered special delivery, insured up to £500, although the watch is worth more than that.
Here is where it goes wrong. The first part of the postcode was SE2, but Einstein over here wrote SE22.
I won’t go over the long, painful tale of woe that ensued when I realised that it had never arrived at the repairer, but was instead sitting in a different PO box in another borough. I won’t tell you about the stubborn intransigence of the Royal Mail, or of the many hours spent on hold.
To cut to the chase, as the package was never claimed after 18 days, it should have been sent back. That was over a month ago. I had pretty much given up, and next week I had planned to contact our insurer, with a heavy heart filled with bitterness.
Well, I had a “you were out, your parcel is at the collection office” card yesterday. I went up there this morning, and HALLELUJAH! My watch is back. It still needs a new battery, but this time I will be taking it there in person.
The drinks are on me.
I own two watches. One is a 1968 Omega Seamaster, which I’ve had for about seventeen years. The other is a Tag Heuer Indy 500. My wife bought it for me, second hand but in mint condition, for my fortieth a few years ago. I have worn that Tag daily ever since, and it means a great deal to me. The Omega I now wear only as a dress watch.
About seven weeks ago, I sent my Tag off to get a new battery, resealed and pressure checked. I live in the UK, and I sent it as a registered special delivery, insured up to £500, although the watch is worth more than that.
Here is where it goes wrong. The first part of the postcode was SE2, but Einstein over here wrote SE22.
I won’t go over the long, painful tale of woe that ensued when I realised that it had never arrived at the repairer, but was instead sitting in a different PO box in another borough. I won’t tell you about the stubborn intransigence of the Royal Mail, or of the many hours spent on hold.
To cut to the chase, as the package was never claimed after 18 days, it should have been sent back. That was over a month ago. I had pretty much given up, and next week I had planned to contact our insurer, with a heavy heart filled with bitterness.
Well, I had a “you were out, your parcel is at the collection office” card yesterday. I went up there this morning, and HALLELUJAH! My watch is back. It still needs a new battery, but this time I will be taking it there in person.
The drinks are on me.
