About a year ago, I bought some new organ shoes (needed for all the fancy footwork). I sent away to the US for them, as the only ladies' ones you can get here are mega-frumpy. I waited for them and waited for them, and after about five weeks, contacted the company to see if they'd be coming soon. Turned out they had been out of stock, but had since arrived, so would I mind waiting another couple of week or so, for them? Not at all, I told them. Couple more weeks went past, then three weeks, then four -
where were my shoes?? And then I had an idea - maybe, just maybe, they had been delivered to another flat in our complex. After visiting eight of the neighbouring flats, sure enough, I managed to track them down. (There's a 7 in our address, which looked for all the world like a 1 on the address label.) So there was one very relieved neighbour, who hadn't known what on earth to do with them, and one very relieved organist. Took the shoes back to our flat, tried them on - they were perfect. Then what do you think happened?? Another identical pair arrived and (as I found out) paid for, two weeks later !
My order had somehow got duplicated. Never mind - to cut a long story short, I now have one pair at church and one pair at home, so it greatly helps meno-brain, because I don't have to remember to take them with me on Sunday mornings!
