I always start waiting for that package to arrive well before I know I should. But it's always possible that maybe just this time the sender mistakenly shipped with Express Mail and not First Class, which I actually chose. It's always torture, the waiting.

Last edited by The Woolster (2012-01-11 05:16:48)

At one point last year I could hardly keep track of what was coming and going. My wife would tell the guy "Just wait, you know he's going to return it."

This seems to be a widespread problem.  The minute someone gets used to the round, the managers send them elsewhere.  Delivery times are all over the place.

Why is Royal Mail so fucking incompetent? (not that some of the couriers are much better).  How many items simply fail to turn up?  At the very least, I should say, one in twenty.  Maybe more.  It's pointless talking to their so-called Customer Services department.  You'd get more sense out of a hamster running round on its wheel.  Items to be signed for never are, just lobbed into the porch with everything else.  Very often the wrong letter or package gets handed over.  This morning, walking along the busy A6, I spy a package left on a window sill for anyone to walk off with.
A postal worker was once asked if Alan Johnson would make a good Prime Minister.  Chap said he wasn't aware that Johnson had even been a good postman.

Alan Johnson was from the school of hard knocks. Brought up by his older sister. Money was very tight. North Kensington. The other side of the halfpenny steps across the grand union canal, as photographed by Roger Mayne.

Then he came up through the trade union route. He also had the honesty to say he did not think he was up to running the country. All considered, a decent chap.

Any post items needing to be signed for over the last 23 months, have been signed by your postie only. Covid and all that.