Tuesday, 25 May 2004

Post Apocalypse

Time for a small rant.

What the hell kind of postal system have we got now, where my post for the day comes through the letterbox after 7 o'clock at night? I get back from a night out with the Girls (CJ & Pam) and am immediately suspicious because my front gate is ajar. Who has been calling at my house at night? The postman, that's who! This whole system's barmy. What can I do with post at 11 o'clock at night? He might as well have delivered it in the morning at a time any proper delivery ought to be made.

Aaaargh (and other noises to indicate Old Git status).

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