The plot thickens – – today I contacted the local agent once again – – different person, different attitude – I expresssed my concern that Barcelona seemed to have moved several hundred kilometres to the east in order, presumably, to make it a convenient stop off between Germany and Central Italy. Understanding my concern, she confirmed that the parcel was, in fact, in Italy, and would have been delivered today if the address had been clearly written. Hmm…..
It was written in the equivalent of the following:
Street & House Number: 10, Downing
Now certainly this would still be comprehensible to many people, however given that I am not Prime Minister, and that the village in which I live (popn:800) is more than a million times smaller than London (popn:8 Million) this might cause problems to any delivery person. Clearly in small Italian village ‘where’s the bloke called Jones live?’ would solve any problem of the location of my house – it may well have been a real problem if I lived in Rhosllanerchrugog, for example. However here the problem would be knowing in which particular tiny hamlet in Italy I lived. . . . given current progress, probably that one with the highest consumption per capita of Stella Artois . . . .