Oh, it's a story about UK postcodes. To an Australian street addresses in the UK border on the insane. When I was in the UK I had to travel to a B&B at night.

Oh, it's a story about UK postcodes. To an Australian street addresses in the UK border on the insane. When I was in the UK I had to travel to a B&B at night. I had a GPS but they hadn't given us a street address - just a postcode and house name. You couldn't enter that into our ancient, so I rang them. Initially they didn't give me an address, telling me it was useless. When I persisted they gave me a street name and suburb. I forget the suburb, but I will never forget the street name. It was "The Street". I entered what I had in the GPS, and two hours later I arrived where it said to go. But there was no house with the name given. So we rang them again. Turns out there were three streets named "The Street" all within 1km of each other and we were in the wrong one. We arrive at the correct "The Street", but still can't find the house. We ring them for help, but it's freezing and raining, or at least doing what passes for rain outside of London and they are reluctant. Admittedly it's a short street. We feel like fools, but as we still can't find it so keep calling, and eventually our hosts stand on the road in the rain and flag us down. Turns out the B&B is on a battle axe block and the car has to push past bushes in the entrance to get onto the driveway. At breakfast I make the mistake of expressing my opinion of the UK's street address system. They look insulted and defend it vigorously. Then as we load the car I hear them having a loud "discussion". It turns out a new postman has been appointed who hasn't learnt the house names yet, so the mail hasn't arrived for a few days. They were discussing who should go to the post office to collect it.