literally another aussie in london

Casual Post Offices

Being that my knee is made of cheese at the moment, I need to economise my movements.

Something I have been struggling to do of recent times with drinking and going to the cricket.

A couple of Wednesdays back I had to do some errands, and this was my first real trip out to do things.

It all started well, I got some fresh food, and put everything in my backpack and made my way to the post office.

The post office nearest the shops is a corner shop slash post office.

When I got there it said it was shut.

The sign actually said “The Post Office is Closed Until…”  Nice cryptic helpful sign.

I had to make the decision, do I walk down the road, catch a bus, then walk to the other post office, before walking home, or just go straight home.

My knee was sore, but the thought of having another outing was too much for me, so I made my way to the other post office.

I had to wait for ages to get a bus, and the one I got on was crowded and the dude behind me didn’t understand the concept of washing, but eventually I got myself to the Post Office.

That fucker was closed as well, and not just closed, but it had battened down hatches, apparently a post office on Brixton Road needs the sort of protection that could stop rioting.

Pissed off, I staggered home, angry that I would have to go to the post office again and that my knee was now pretty damn sore.

When talking to the guide later on, and moaning about my bad luck, I was informed that on Wednesday the post officers around London close early.

Bullshit, where am I living here, Bumfuch Idaho?

This is London; the Post offices should never close.

Not on Wednesday afternoon, not on the weekend, not ever.

It wouldn’t surprise me if Wednesday afternoon sees a rise in crime in London.

I know it almost made me throw a crutch.

May 13, 2009 Posted by Jrod | living in london | post offices | 1 Comment