Writing letters to yourself

Just an update on this amazingly interesting thread. The envelope I posted was delivered 22 hours later. With a second class stamp. And people moan that the post is slow!

On the subject of other letters though.... I ordered a new bank card which hasn't materialised. I sent a subject access request to the DWP which got ignored. Still haven't heard anything on my PIP claim. I did get a P45 for my now terminated ESA claim though (do wish me luck finding money!). I also eventually got a reply to a letter I wrote to the Samaritans. I won't discuss the contents here, but yes, it turns out that my handwriting is readable.

I thought of this thread recently; when a retired household moved into our road. 

Moving home usually involve lots of admin., mostly to do with bills / invoices and updating contact details with utility companies etc.  

I left it about a week - for them to hopefully settle-in a little more, then I put in their letterbox - a simple "good wishes to welcome you to your new home" notelet.

In this ever-busy era of email, social media, smartphones and so forth; I thought it might be better to enable them to have a sit down with a cup of tea and open a physical piece of post ...which, by way of a change, was not a bill.

(Anyway, I hope that might have been how it was received).

Hehe. Have you spoken to them yet? Hopefully your letter was well received. Its nice to receive something that is not a bill etc. 

I've lived here 20 years now and I can count on one hand the number of times anyone in the vicinity has spoken to me.

Fear, not!  Spoke briefly with them today (and met their friendly pet dog too).

I find that some people living in our road always keep very much to themselves, while others will stop and have a brief chat when they see each other.  Some people might just nod / wave in exchanged recognition as they pass by on foot / in their car / on their motorbike.  Some local neighbours will "wheely bin marshal" for each other if they are aware someone is on holiday / in hospital.

I have put an inexpensive "buddy" bench, with a little coffee side table, into my front garden in a shady area. 

Sometimes I use the little bench to read, to listen to music via headphones, enjoy a coffee in the breeze, sort out veg seed packets, or prepare art / craft materials - perhaps as I await an expected Royal Mail / Courier delivery etc.

I have found that my using the little bench in the shade, or a folding deckchair placed in a sunny spot if that appeals (in the front garden) - has seemed to help some neighbours to be more confident to approach me with those little conversations which often may start with: "Oh, I meant to say ...".

Fear, not!  Spoke briefly with them today (and met their friendly pet dog too).

I find that some people living in our road always keep very much to themselves, while others will stop and have a brief chat when they see each other.  Some people might just nod / wave in exchanged recognition as they pass by on foot / in their car / on their motorbike.  Some local neighbours will "wheely bin marshal" for each other if they are aware someone is on holiday / in hospital.

I have put an inexpensive "buddy" bench, with a little coffee side table, into my front garden in a shady area. 

Sometimes I use the little bench to read, to listen to music via headphones, enjoy a coffee in the breeze, sort out veg seed packets, or prepare art / craft materials - perhaps as I await an expected Royal Mail / Courier delivery etc.

I have found that my using the little bench in the shade, or a folding deckchair placed in a sunny spot if that appeals (in the front garden) - has seemed to help some neighbours to be more confident to approach me with those little conversations which often may start with: "Oh, I meant to say ...".