Have just finished going through all the snail mail that avalanced in during the last 12 weeks.
Nice item 1 The OU has asked for a copy of the book for their alumni section in the new library at Milton Keynes.
Nice item 2 The results for the
Writing for the Internet Course arrived - 90% for the exam.
Very nice item 3 Started reading the
Angel Mags that had piled in and, lo, in the August edition, they'd printed a message I sent via E-mail
and awarded me the month's prize. The unread e-mail I inadvertently zapped with all the Viagra Spam during one Internet Cafe session was obviously the request for my snail mail addy.
The downside snail mail? A reminder from DVLA that my car tax expired in June. MWNN has
mislaid my insurance so we can't tax it. His own car is also without tax because he had not left the relevant paperwork with our neighbour who was organising its MOT and road tax for
jennylyle's visit chez nous. Upshot is - we're carless and in need of a fairly major supermarket expedition soon (like yesterday). Ah well - c'est la vie!
Car's are such a pain.
It's MWNN who's the pain in this case. He's the one that ballsed up all the documentation. He thinks my car insurance was sent to the daughter's place in Morden (can't think why) but, as she's away at a wedding this weekend, we can't check and see.
Bummer on the insurance.