7 December (Part 2) - Bah Humbug
My postal service throughout the the pandemic period and beyond has been very
good but from all around me I hear very different stories.
My cousin in Chingford complains of two weekly deliveries
and is inconvenienced because he does nothing on line. A friend in Bromley
went a whole month without post and thereby lost her newspaper subscription tokens. My sister posted a letter first class at a Post
Office in Hampshire on 26th October and it wasn’t even franked until the 5th
of November, eventually being delivered four days later. A letter from Maidstone
posted on 5th November eventually arrived in Bromley yesterday. The postman said
he is under instructions not to deliver letters while parcels are backlogged.
I put a suitable question to my own postman this morning and he confirmed those
instructions applied to the Dartford office too. What is the point of the Royal Mail any more?
Being of a somewhat rebellious nature I sent a round robin email to all my
family members a couple of weeks ago. My suggestion was that the Royal Mail was hell bent
on destroying itself so let’s help them on their way by not sending any
Christmas cards. It won universal approval. Three addresses may get a hand
delivery by me but that’s it. Curtains for the Royal Mail.
I had 15 stamps left after Christmas 2021 and they are now down to twelve. I
shall use them on cards to old school and work mates who might otherwise not
know if I am dead or alive but I if I can get away with it I don’t intend to buy any more stamps - ever!
Scrooge is alive and well in Belvedere.