So today we received a letter with a used plaster in it. That was it. We moved about 5 months ago, so not that many people know our new address and we don’t know anyone from near the area of the sorting office (South East Anglia). We don’t recognise the handwriting, and our surname is spelt incorrectly.
Where were you in 1984? This is obviously from Bob Geldof who has been sending out promotional letters in this fashion for the last 37 years.
You’ve only just got yours.
Well, reading between the lines, it sounds like you’ve potentially annoyed someone who has gone out of their way to find out who you are, probably heard it spoken out loud rather than written it down.
When I was working in NI I lived in a town of about 10k people. A lot of people I didn’t know from Adam knew who I was.
Welcome to country living I suppose. Idyllic, init.