“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds” –
unless the apartment number isn’t very clearly written because obviously it’s easier to send that package all the way back to New Zealand than to contact either the sender or recipient (all contact details provided), or even the building superintendent, who lives for this sort of thing.
Similarly, our Christmas parcel coming from the other direction hasn’t even left Canada yet, according to the tracking number our daughter serendipitously kept a note of. Hope there’s nothing perishable in there (maple syrup? Moose cutlets?)