Masquerading as a wedding blog comes a little lesson from the universe that all is not lost. As per usual Mark and I have been wallowing in paperwork. This time the necessaries for the nuptials. Amazingly enough we managed to locate my birth certificate and passport, Mark's passport and our respective divorce papers. But then....
Mark's passport is not acceptable ID as its Commonwealth law to provide a birth cert when applying for a wedding license (despite the fact that you have to produce a birth cert to get a passport). So he applies for one online with no need to produce ID. Great success. But then...of course its person to person registered post and when my lovely postman with his usual dog treats on board swings by this arvo he tells me he can't hand it over to me and it will have to go back to our local post office for Mark to collect between the hours of 9am and 5pm this week. I'll admit I made a pain face...it was involuntary. I explained we needed the papers to organise our wedding and time was getting tight. Mark works full time and there is no way he can get there during that time frame. We had a discussion about options and he gave me a slip of paper with the reference number and the contact details for our local PO. I called them and was told that Mark would either have to collect his mail personally with ID or pay an extra $5.50 to have it forwarded to a PO in town where he could collect it during his lunch hour. I was cranky at this point so decided to ignore it and have a wine....
About an hour later a car pulls up the front. Its the postman in his own time asking if Mark is home from work yet. He's not so my posty says he'll come back in another hour or so to deliver the birth cert as he has a meeting to attend in our area. The man has kept the mail and made a personal commitment to make sure it ends up where it needs too...tonight. As promised he delivers the birth certificate to our door just after 7 pm. We chat with the neighbours, hang out at the front gate with the dogs and get to know one another. His name's Doug. Our neighbours have known him since he was a kid...his dad was the posty here before him. He's a delightful man and wishes us the best for our wedding and marriage in the knowledge that he will see us again. Many times.
Today thanks go our from Mark and I to Doug the posty...your letter of recommendation is in the mail.
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What a guy! In Japan, if they come to deliver a parcel once and you're not home, you can call and they will re-deliver it at a time that suits you, up to 9pm - on Saturdays and Sundays too! I love it...but then again, you have Doug. : )
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