In the run up to Christmas, I shall be blogging less as there's always much to do and in my case, I prefer to do 'it' reasonably ahead of time. It's good to be kind to the inundated post office and the post people who undertake the deliveries.

I have to say though, if I get the same post office teller I have had on the last two occasions, I shall give someone in the queue an early xmas present and let them go in front of me, so they can enjoy his imperative "You want first class don't you", and "it's only
21 pence or 46 pence difference" when I indicate the error of his assumptions. :-/

I am early enough with my mail and I am paying what it takes for the post to arrive in reasonable time. I stand my ground and to the teller I make the additional request "I want a proof of posting receipt, please." >:-[

The last little cracker was when I pushed a couple of letters under the glass partition that were travelling outside the EEC, together with completed red 'signed for mail' forms attached. "You've done the wrong forms, you can't use those", he said accusingly. He waved some blue ones at me from behind the glass. I looked at him coolly (I hope) and asked him how I would know about the different forms since they were kept behind the counter. I left him to fill them out.
:>