One day, a postal worker noticed a letter had got caught and damaged in the sorting machine.  He picked it up and saw it was addressed to God.  Pulling out the message inside, he began to read:

“Dear God, I’m an 89-year-old lady and I’m desperate.  I’ve just lost my savings and it was all the money I had left in the world.  Christmas is coming fast, and I haven’t got anything left to heat the house, buy any food or a present for the cat.  Please send me thirty pounds to keep me going until the New Year.”

The postie sheds a tear, puts the letter down and tells all his mates. They have a whipround and collect 28 pounds.  They put this in an envelope and deliver it to the old dear in time for Christmas.

A week later a letter appears in the post office and the posties’ curiosity gets the better of them.  They open it and read:

“Dear God, thank  you so much for the money.  I managed to heat the house, buy the Christmas dinner and the cat was over the moon with his present.  But I only got 28 pounds for some reason.  I think the other 2 quid must have been taken by those thieving bastards in the post office.”