I sent my Santee, Teresa's present half way around the world to the correct address in Las Vegas (from Newcastle, Oz) and the Post Office there, in its infinite wisdom, sent it back saying my Santee didn't live there.

It came back to me a little worse for wear - did they stamp on it with their big rubber boots, and not their little rubber stamp?

Not only did I have to post it again but I had to replace a wind chime which was crushed. I had a terrible time finding another windchime, if you can believe that. I thought they were ubiquitous, like Christmas beetles in December, until I desperately needed one. I found a lovely selection in one of my favourite shops, which some naughtly little elf had spent a considerable amount of time tangling up, so none of them were usable.

I finally found a nice one, re-packaged everything and sent it off again. I did keep my Santee informed about the delays though. She was very nice about it all.

Helen