Forever ago, in fact sometimes when i feel like a child- when Fran gives me sweets every minute. I think of Postmen/women as Postman Pat. With his black and white cat. And early in the morning when the day is.. I’ll stop.
If you’ve got Flash (Otherwise it just sounds like he’s got a stammer.), or far too much time on your hands like i do, have a look at the website.
Despite the digitalization, this is how Postman/woman should be. Infact, it’s not appearance that bothers me just the attitude- all he needs is a cat. Shall we give all employees of the Royal mail cats? Even the people in Postman Pat-land at the sorting office are happy without cats.
Having to complain about post is pointless as according to all of Royal mail our post is ‘on it’s way’ when really we know the sorting office consists of vial old men sniffing contents and watching our Lovefilm dvds. I bet it’s a bachelors pad, entertainment systems galore- and they all cry when it happens to be stationary or something. We may never know.
Their striking about pay is it? Urhm. You don’t see binmen complaining that much and their job is literally crap.
Despite tea though and people like Edgar Wright, England is a pile of rubbish. Maybe i would of had my post if i sent it to France or Alaska by now. The slightly odd thing is half of postal items are just a reminder to say that your either in debt or your going to have to pay something soon. Lets all strike then. Chaos.
