I just can’t resist adding my voice to all the complaints regarding the postal strike:
There’s a spider web in my letter box, believe me this is true,
Where once there were letters of different coloured hue,
No more statements from my bank to say how much I’ve got,
(Although I must admit it never was a lot!)
No more notices to say my car licence is due,
How can I remember the date I should renew?
No more “happy birthday” cards to show I’m not forgotten,
So now instead is all I feel, is rather sad and rotten,
And what about those magazines, where subscriptions have been paid?
The chance they’ll ever be received, are beginning fast to fade,
Not to mention the accounts, to say how much we owe,
I can’t remember what I bought – it was so long ago,
So now dear Mrs Spider has found a peaceful home,
It’s quiet in my letterbox, she’s got no cause to roam!
I guess that’s a bit tongue in cheek, but the postal strike really is infuriating, how can a service which is so important just become non-existent for four months?
And, just as infuriating, is the fact that very, very little is ever reported about it on the radio or the TV news programmes,
I wonder if we will ever have a postal service again?
