Because it’s a secret society for everyone. Every single person in the postcode TW1 to TW12 has a story about this office. It’s a shared joke, a communal annoyance, and a weird little landmark.
It’s where your eBay winnings live before they reach you. It’s where breakups are confirmed (returned letters). It’s where birthday joy is temporarily stored in a brown cardboard limbo.
Plus, the building has no windows you can see into. What a tease! Are they sorting letters? Playing poker? We’ll never know. The mystery is half the fun.
Quirk #3: The Actual Sorting Room
If you could peek inside, you’d see a symphony of conveyor belts. Barcodes scan with a satisfying beep. It’s a robot ballet, but with a human touch. Mail sorters here once found a goldfish in a bag. Alive. They named it Twickenham.
They also handle the mail for Hampton Court Palace. Imagine sorting a letter from the ghost of a Tudor king to his wife. "Dear Anne, stop losing your head." That letter goes through Richmond.
And Strawberry Hill? That ridiculous, gothic castle? Yep. All their spooky fan mail passes through this unglamorous office. It’s a portal to the silly and the sublime.
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