Why are post offices so depressing. Why are we all supposed to know their special rules?
I'm in holiday and wanted to buy a stamp. Not post a sack full of vinted sales or get a passport.
Massive queue to the post office bit.
Stood waiting instead by the "shop" bit. Note this wasn't also a newsagent or store etc.
Bolocked by the man "there is a queue over there".
I asked whether this was even to buy a stamp.
Note there were adverts for stamps by the shop till.
Any way, walked out and pondered not even sending my card now.
So glad I tax my car online these days.