‘Can you check the form I sent in?’ He asked hopefully. ‘I don’t think I filled it in. I know I filled in the cheque correctly, but I don’t think I filled in the form. Can you check it?’
‘It doesn’t look as though it’s arrived yet.’ I explained. ‘When did you post it?’
‘Half hour ago.’ He told me, rather confidently.
I patiently explained that it would take a few days to reach us, and even the post, as great as it was, could not be collected from the post box, delivered to the sorting office, sorted, checked, placed in the sacks, loaded on to vans, delivered to the correct area of the country, sorted into suburbs, given to the relevant Postie and then delivered to us, all in the space of half hour.
Then again miracles do happen. I don’t think the odds would be too good on this miracle happening though.