Dear South African Postal Service,
I had faith in you, I thought you might be different than the Canadian Postal Service. I understand it’s a long way to the Canadian prairies and it still amazes me that you can stick something in a red box in Canada and it ends up in a tiny post office in East London. But at this point, when the women at our local post office know me and Sarah by name, I think I have to concede defeat and declare that the Christmas packages (2 for me, 1 for Sarah) that were sent in November are never going to be found. You’ve let me down.