Sound advice Snoops, as usual, but in this instance I know these types. Our regular postie of some years back, Michael, a decent, genial and pleasant fellow resigned after being mugged and continues to work for them but only inside the sorting office. His replacements change every two or three months because either they're bored, innit? or they can't match numbers to postboxes
Usually I tackle these sorts of issues head on but seeing as I was "in me bed" when it occurred I thought I'd go the conventional route. More fool me, eh?
What dismays me, continually, is the promise of service and if not, correction and improvement, which ultimately fails again.
You know, with all these reminiscences of 1968 I've a feeling to take to the streets again, man the barricades, storm the Palais... Vive La Revolution!
Merde.... ou sont mes lunettes?