Evidence that those who send me junk mail should do their research

An envelope dropped through the letterbox this week. 

Here it is. In case you can't see it, the writing says, 'Important Information About Your Conservatory'. 




1. We don't have a conservatory.

2. If the advertisers had peeked round the back of the house at our tiny garden, they'd have noticed that, had we added a conservatory, the lawn and the shed would have been inside it.   

3. Within the envelope was information about how to maintain the conservatory we don't have. I must say, our conservatory maintenance costs are pretty manageable. 

4. Also, there was information about how to buy a conservatory in case we don't have one. So, they lied. 

5. There are inappropriate capitals on the message and if they knew anything about me they'd know that this would be enough to stop me buying their conservatories. 

6. The writing is squeezed into the right hand corner. Do they think I will re-use this envelope for a handmade card? -

 To my darling, sweet husband on our anniversary.

                  Important Information About Your Conservatory. 

7. The writing is also in green in a blatant attempt at a garden-themed font, but it's difficult to see. At first glance, I thought it was a blank envelope that I could use again - yay! At second glance, I saw the writing. I've never come across a better example of anti-climax than this. 

8. We don't even own the house. It's rented. I'd love to see the landlord's face if he turned up and found we'd installed a conservatory. 'But a badly-designed envelope TOLD us to,' isn't going to cut it.


But that's the problem with junk mail. The people who send it don't check their facts.

We also receive leaflets asking us to sell our house that we don't own. Apparently there are keen buyers for it. 

We get 'Buy this humungous family pizza for 24 people' leaflets when there are only two of us. 

We get leaflets saying 'Local gardener for hire' but I live with a gardener and you can't get more local than that.   

We get leaflets from local garages offering to MOT the car we don't own. 

Worst of all, I get leaflets from Slimming World offering me a discount on my first session and, if they'd looked at me properly, they'd realise I'm barely 8 stone and already drop-dead gorgeous. I mean, look! 


  


Comments

  1. River3/4/21 22:15

    I have a sticker on my mailbox that says "NO JUNK MAIL". The box is one in a set of eight, but other neighbours don't have such a sticker, so their boxes get filled with junk mail which they then pull out and sit on top to get blown every which way by the wind, or they take the whole bundle and drop it into the decorative spiky grasses behind the mailboxes. slobs, the lot of them, and there is much swearing when I get my small garden fork and hoik it all out to drop into my bin.

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    1. Fran Hill4/4/21 11:55

      People seriously do this with their junk mail? Philistines!

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  2. martine4/4/21 06:53

    Just to correct your title, it should say 'send' not deliver. The people who deliver the leaflets are earning a living and are in no way connected to the people who's products are being advertised.

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    1. Fran Hill4/4/21 11:54

      You are so right, Martine! Thank you for pointing this out. I have corrected it.

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  3. Ruth Leigh5/4/21 10:36

    I chuckled most heartily at this, Fran.

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