When I was studying, I used to get a part time job in the post office and loved it. I worked in the sorting office when the parcels and cards had proper addresses, not just codes. Sometimes a parcel came through that was a bit ragged. The regulars would take time to patch it up, make sure the address was clear and send it on. I had one parcel with an odd address for somewhere in the Highlands on it and showed it to the regular. He laughed and said, 'That's from the kirk minister who used to be in that village but he gets the address wrong every year.' He changed the address and sent it on. It was little things like that that made Christmas in the Post Office so special. www.sullatoberdalton.com/books