A Christmas Post about Christmas Post

Today is the last day for second class post to arrive in time for Christmas (ie. Saturday 23rd Dec unless there is a delivery planned for Sunday which is doubtful).
Tomorrow is the last day for first class post.
I’m referring to items in the UK, so if you’ve got something to go by airmail, sorry, you’ve missed it and will have to take your chances.
Topic on the radio this morning was about things that have been put in the post for Christmas that either arrived late or never arrived at all.
One lady phoned in about her bedroom furniture ordered at the beginning of November for Christmas delivery and she’s still waiting. On contacting the store, she’s been advised that they don’t know when their own delivery will arrive so can’t give her a date (bet they took her money quick enough as it was the same firm we had to order a 24″ wide door from and waited 16 weeks). Not exactly something put in the post, but the principle is the same.

I got all my cards in the mail at the beginning of December, but even then most took over a week to arrive.
There are all kinds of horror stories about the Christmas mail, some of temporary staff tossing sackfuls of undelivered mail in hedges, others rifling through envelopes looking for cheques or cash, fragile parcels being thrown into bags, and the like.
I’ve only had one instance when something I sent didn’t arrive and that was the year I sent the Mums a selection of handmade cards. Those to MIL didn’t arrive apparently so I had to send something else. I did get compensation from the Post Office for my loss even though it wasn’t recorded delivery, and that was a book of 12 first class stamps to cover my postage.

We are half a mile from the nearest Post Office which is at the back of the Co-Op.
It was actually mentioned on the radio today, saying that the staff were more cheerful than the customers.
I think I’ve moved as I have never seen the counters manned by smiling staff.
The caller said that there were queues of people there with small parcels, so that means they are putting things in the post  but doesn’t ensure they’ll be delivered in time, not that it’s the counter staff’s fault if they’re not.
The Post Office I used for my cards is two miles away, so if cutbacks mean more Post Office services or offices will close, it could be considerably further for me to post a parcel, although books of stamps are available from most shops now.

I’ve had instances where people have been adamant that they have sent letters, birthday or Christmas cards to us which have never arrived.
The best excuse was a letter posted in a waste bin as it was the same colour as our post boxes here in the UK.
On the other hand, it’s the old cop out for debt isn’t it
‘The cheque’s in the post.’

Images of Post Boxes over the years.
A little post on Post Boxes here


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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to A Christmas Post about Christmas Post

  1. The post office near my office has the friendliest clerk – it’s actually a nice place to go because of him, even when it is busy!

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