And not even any pictures for Blogvember 14…
I’ve spent the day working with teenagers, followed by a rearranged evening to help out with young grandchildren – and I don’t share pictures of either of those groups.
So not much to add. But I know if I miss a day I will never climb back on board!
The grumbling relates to the Post Office. I rushed into town on Sunday so that I could avoid the Monday crowds. It is supposed to stay open till 3pm – but they couldn’t staff it, so no possibility of posting my ball of hand spun wool to the USA – self service machines can’t cope with Abroad. So, back into town next day – long, uncomfortable queues as expected. The staff in our main PO are amazing – NOT their fault at all. But the organisation they work for? No-one updates opening times on the web site, the staff are run ragged performing all sorts of extra duties, the delivery times are erratic, the prices increasing all the time (£15.65 to post that ball of wool!) – the whole experience is dismal. Closing all the little local POs has put extra strain on the main branch, which is now squashed away in the basement of WHSmiths. Previously we often had 10 hatches open – now you’re lucky if there are two. Can it really be this bad everywhere?
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