Not our department

I was waiting in for a parcel yesterday, the doorbell never rang.

Imagine my surprise mid afternoon, when I spied a "sorry you was out" card but then I noticed they'd tried to deliver to flat 3 not flat 2.

So I have to accept the sender may have mis - addressed the parcel.  I went down to collect at the post office this morning at 7am with my little card and my identity proof only to be told "not our department", that will be next door in the post office counters (read not open for another 2 hours, then take a ticket and wait).

To me and just about everyone else, Royal Mail is Royal Mail and the Post Office in Darwall Street has an office to collect stuff they couldn't get through the letterbox.

But this was Royal Mail Parcelforce and though the card says Darwall Street Post Office, it just "meant" elsewhere, not the usual place.

Best way to piss me off is to fuck me about with semantics and if I find out the parcel IS correctly addressed I will kill Postman Pat's fucking cat !

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So bloody annoying!