Please Mister Postman

[ailbhe]

Today's post brought three things: a bubble machine (and batteries), a giftwrapped book called "How to draw animals," and a bill addressed to me.

It was from the dental surgery which referred me to the hospital, opened with the line "further to my recent correspondence," and was for an extraction I haven't had, what with being referred to the hospital for it.

So I had to phone them up and point out the multiple errors in their assumptions, finishing with the somehow unkillable Mrs title everyone in the NHS insists on giving to me.

Linnea enjoyed her post far more and drew a giraffe and a rabbit and a penguin with pointy ears and all sorts.

(Emer asked where the guests were last night at bedtime, and again as soon as she woke up this morning, and a few times throughout the day. We'll all get over it sometime, no doubt.)

Comments

[witchy-rachel.livejournal.com]

I have almost the opposite problem to you - I *want* my post addressed to Mrs Me, yet all official bods insist on keeping me as Ms. It irks me no end!