Look, I get it—you’ve got Netflix to binge and a sourdough starter to feed. But here’s the thing: the Royal Mail is a weirdly British icon, like red telephone boxes and queueing. When it’s on strike, we feel the absence in small, ironic ways—like the fact that my bill arrears letter arrived two months late, so now I owe interest. Or the way my mum still sends me a handwritten card on my birthday, but it now arrives in July. (Hi, Mum, thanks for the belated “Happy 30th.” I’m 34 now.)
And if you run a business, this is your headache too. Those stamps you bought in 1987? Still valid, but good luck mailing anything with them during a strike. It’s a tangled mess that makes you wonder if we should just train pigeons to deliver letters. But then again, pigeons don’t unionize—so maybe that’s the real solution. In the meantime, keep an eye on the news, stock up on patience, and maybe buy your stamps from the post office before they vanish. And if you see your postie, don’t yell at them—they’re just trying to afford their own tea.
