Parcel Force vs Gale Force

To say it was windy last week is an understatement. Near hurricane force winds battered the coasts, rain pounded into the earth at great velocity and quantity, and temperatures plummeted. I wouldn’t have noticed if I didn’t have to take the girls to school, since we are in a fairly sheltered area (having said that the neighbour’s gates were blown off their hinges).

The Dover to Calais ferries were cancelled, planes were grounded at Heathrow and Postmen were told not to deliver mail.

“Back up” I hear you say “what’s this about no mail delivery?” Yes folks it’s true. Mail delivery across the country was discarded while postal workers abandoned their sacks and cycles and bunkered in the Post Offices. It makes sense though as I had visions of postmen clinging onto envelopes as they were scooped into the sky by the wind, or chasing escapees down the street until they finally manage to stomp a boot onto them pinning them to the ground.

The announcement over the radio was a lose-lose for the posties though, since they were moaned at for not delivering the mail and probably would have been moaned at for delivering soggy mail covered in size nine boot prints?

I am however, very amused by the perfectly formed boot print on the envelope that entered though our letter box after the weather had calmed.