I used to like postmen. Now I feel differently. Firstly they’re on strike half the time in London so sending a letter is like entering a lottery. When will it arrive? Will it arrive at all? Enter the Royal Mail lottery. Your prize is – your letter gets delvered within the month.
Secondly, we had a mail delivery today. It was an ocassion of some celebration (see above). And in with the letters was a card telling me that one item was too big for my letterbox, so could I please go to the sorting office to collect it. The bugger didn’t TRY to deliver it. There was no doorbell sound, or knocking. He just couldn’t be arsed to do his job so he’s going to make me go to the sorting office to collect it. What an idle git. I feel that Royal Mail should give me a discount on the stamp since they didn’t fulfil their side of the bargain.