Bloody Royal Mail

No wonder they are going down the pan. My books were delivered this morning – at 8.30am. I was in, getting ready to head off to the swimming pool. The postman must have arrived, discovered that he was not able to fit the books into the small letter box downstairs outside the flats, wrote a card and buggered off. What happened to ringing the bell to see if anyone is in? I now have to wait until Tuesday to collect them from the sorting office, Monday being a Bank Holiday.

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What do you think?