Excuse me while I do some passive-aggressive first-world whining about Royal Mail.

I feel your pain. Received last year's birthday card (my b-day is December 23rd) from my grandma in February.

Bah humbug.

Try having something you ordered delivered to a house next door (which was not listed as my official 'safe place' as I did not know them at all...). They managed to deliver it on the one day when someone was actually in that house. Apparently, they spent the majority of the year living in Ireland and only occasionally returned to England. So, my parcel was in that house for a hell of a long time waiting for someone to come home and let me get to it...

Aw! I feel ya. Some of my school correspondence from the UK went to China first. WTF? It was addressed properly. It took months to finally reach me!

Old man alert...

Do you remember when the post would turn up at six or seven in the morning, then there'd be a second delivery at about half ten?

Now I'm lucky if the one delivery arrives by 2pm.

backslashbaby said:

It took months to finally reach me!

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With the Royal Mail, you are lucky if you receive things at all. I'm still waiting (coming up on eight months now) for a few books which have gone missing between being posted and arriving at my door. And not the kind of books I can run out and buy again.

seun said:

Do you remember when the post would turn up at six or seven in the morning, then there'd be a second delivery at about half ten?

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I remember the post arriving about half past eight, then midday.

seun said:

Now I'm lucky if the one delivery arrives by 2pm.

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Now I'm lucky if the one delivery arrives at all.

And another thing, why is the postman (on the infrequent times I see him) so damn happy? Is it because he gets to wear shorts to work?

seun said:

And another thing, why is the postman (on the infrequent times I see him) so damn happy? Is it because he gets to wear shorts to work?

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Horrible family not-so-secret - my cousin works for the post office.

Trust me on this, the shorts are not the most popular item of clothing.

Ugh, bloody Royal Mail. I work with a lot of written correspondence, and whenever they go on strike I get nothing to do for four days straight, and then it all comes in at once.