Just returned from this week's traumatic trip to the Post Office.
There seems to always be a tussle between me and some of the staff about stamps and such. As soon as the cost of postage reaches a certain level, they use a label instead of stamps. Even though the Royal Mail churns out dozens of expensive new stamps, month after month, the post offices never use them, so I have to watch as my poor attempts at a decorative envelope is thoroughly disfigured.
Some do try their best to fit the labels in whilst others don't bother, and I am a great believer in the idea that the randomness of the postal system is part of the creative process, but, even so, it is hard to watch. I can only apologise in advance to the unsuspecting people who will, in a few days time, receive less than perfect envelopes.
Come the revolution, and I am put in charge of the system, things will be very different I can tell you . . .