To be bloody angry with the post office

[Susiemj]

Our local post office seem to have given up delivering parcels. I have three times received a card through my door saying they tried to deliver but I was out and the item is to big for the letter box.

I actually saw the cards coming through the letter box! When I open the door to speak to the postperson they say that they are only dropping the cards off for someone else who tried to deliver earlier.

I was in! I've just had an emergency c-section and i haven't been able to leave the house yet [for various reasons] And both me and DH were awake on each occasion.

They want me to go and collect the parcels. Considering I've been told not to lift anything heavier than the baby and not to stretch or bend, I'm not able to carry them home or even walk to town to get them.

DH says we can't complain [again - we did once before] as we live in a small town and our mail will start going missing.

What the bloody hell do I pay a delivery charge for? I am so cross!

complain

complain. Phone them up and ask them to redeliver - say you were in and they only delivered the card. When they redeliver the card, phone them up again and play hell.

Point out that you are not able to collect them and they are effectively meaning that you are not able to use them and will have to use a private courier company instead.

Complain - this drives me round the bend. And if your post starts going missing, complain some more. We have a couple of posties who deliver our post, one is excellent because I've spoken to her and told her she can put parcels and stuff in our parcel shelf (personally I thought it would be obvious, but there you go) and another guy who seems to not even bother bringing the stuff with him, just shoves a card through the door without even knocking.

I had this just before Xmas with the relief postie. I was in our livingroom on the 1st floor expressing with an electric pump. Heard the dog bark, didn't think anything of it, then went down to find card through door. Turned the card over to see what time I would have to go and pick it up and it was blank.

Postman's bike still opposite so I went out to look for him. Asked him if he'd put card through. Yes he had. Well I've been in all day. Well I did knock. Anyway he says, I saw you through the door! That's clever I said, since I was upstairs in the back of the house at the time... Said to him that the card was blank. Oh no, I definately filled it in. I've got it in my hand and it is blank... did he think I'd perhaps tippexed it out?

Next day he called again- tapped lightly with his fingernail on the glass No wonder I didn't hear him the day before.