I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had one of those, ‘Your parcel has been delivered’ emails, accompanied by an annoying photograph of your parcel sitting comfortably on a property that bears no resemblance to where you live. In other words, on a complete stranger’s front doorstep.
Well, happened again today.
And as usual it was basically impossible to get in touch with the Royal Mail’s local delivery hub, their website showing that they were closed (at around 2.30? – come on).
Attempts at phoning them proved just as impossible with numerous press this and press commands that that led nowhere unless you count, ‘we are very busy at this present time with a waiting time of 20 minutes’. Needless to say, I gave up and did what most of us do when confronted by a Royal Mail photographic mystery.
‘Do I recognise that front door (or plant pot?’
It’s fairly obvious that with all their present troubles (Mr Bates etc), that the Royal Mail can no longer cope. The management have proved themselves useless and the once tried and trusted (and loved) service no longer exists. The concept of having mail delivered at promised times is laughable and let’s face it, the time has come to give up the ‘Royal’ tag. and let someone else have a go.
UPDATE: I did actually recognise the plant pot shown in the photograph but only because this mis-delivery has happened before. I managed to retrieve my parcel.
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