This morning I was stood at the door as the postman walked up the drive and handed me the day's post.
Normally I would have cheerfully thanked him and wished him a good day, because isn't that what you're meant to do with your local "postie"? However, what he'd handed me was a collection of un-addressed junk mail and what I actually said was "Is that it! Just junk!?". To which he simply replied "Yeah, that's it".
There wasn't in fact any post for us. Nothing with our name or address on anyway. Just some flyers for bed/carpet companies and a letter addressed to "Dear Car Owner". If I'd have thought quicker I'd have said to him "Here, you can have it back". But, alas, he was off in a flash and I had to then make a detour via the bin to get rid of it.
What sad state are Royal Mail in that they're reduced to delivering nothing but junk!
It's getting so bad now I've thought about putting a bin directly beneath the letter box. Cuts out the middle man between them and the bin. I'd say about 1 in 20 of the items coming through our door is something I want. If I taped the letter box up I don't think I'd miss out on much.
I know they started delivering junk as a fund-raising method a few years ago as I opted out of it. That process involves finding the address to write to and actually writing them a old-fashioned-style letter. Opting out only lasts two years though and obviously my time is now up.
And don't even get me started on the elastic bands the "postie" keeps dropping in our porch. That's just plain rude. And on the street. They're everywhere.
There's no wonder Postman Pat now works for "Special Delivery Service". He must have been too ashamed to continue working for Royal Mail.