
When we had next doors dog for an evening it chewed through the kitchen door but we wouldn't have dreamed of saying anything. Likewise the post office, I remember writing letters from London for delivery in Brighton and getting a reply the next morning. The lazy buggers these days when they do turn up go through tremendous feats of advanced driving to avoid getting out of their vans at all as if prolonged direct contact with terra firma was destroying their life force.
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a sharp intake of breath at such rudeness and pettiness. i should pay the money to the post office imbeciles and cross your wife's "friend" off the list for next year. what an appalling thing to write to her.
I second that. Talk about missing the point of Christmas.
Wow...I am surprised. Aren't you British folk supposed to be polite? (that's a little joke, sort of...)
Yeah, I'd say send the money to as to avoid stooping to their level.
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