Late is as good as never

I just had to queue in the Post Office for over half an hour. It was like Alton Towers but without the rides.

It occurred to me that in the future, when letters and parcels have been completely superceded by email and transmat or whatever, the only reason people will have to go to the Post Office is to buy Mills and Boon novels.

With the tiny number of staff they had working the busy late-afternoon slot, you’d think it had already happened.