IT’S not often I find myself agreeing with Gary Bebbington but last week he was spot on about the shambles that is Royal Mail.
I agree entirely that the service is appalling and the Milner Street depot is manned by some miserable members of staff.
The other week, when I had a rare day off, I was stunned to see a red card in my porch to say that Royal Mail had tried to deliver something. I was in the kitchen when they called so there is absolutely no way they could have rang the doorbell. I don’t live in a mansion and my hearing is excellent.
As I wasn’t expecting anything, certainly not a parcel, I had no idea what it was. So it was a trip the next day to Milner Street, never a pleasant experience – to find I was signing for a letter from Sky (thanks Sky!). It doesn’t matter what time of day you go to Milner Street, there is always a queue.
I order quite a lot over the internet and always get parcels delivered to work so I can avoid those Royal Mail workers so happy in their jobs!
CAROLINE MARLFIELD Grappenhall
