Ruddy incompetants

Aren't Post Offices wonderful? (She asked rhetorically).

I wandered up to the PO as I had a largish package to post. Eventually I got to the counter...

"Can you pop it on the scale? Is it staying in the UK?"
"Yes."
"That'll be £18.xx 1^st, £23.xx special delivery, £8.xx standard parcels."
"How much for Parcel Force 48?"
Tap, tap. "£13.xx"
"Hmm, standard parcels then."
"Just a moment"
She toddles off and returns with a form.
"You'll need to fill all 3 parts of this in."
"No I won't. That's a customs declaration form."
"You've got to."
"No. I don't need a customs declaration form for sending something to Luton."
"You must. The system has changed."
"Some things may have changed but I do not need a customs declaration form for sending something to an address within the UK."
"Look, just fill it in!"
"No, I want the manager. Now!"
She disappeared off and got the manager.
"Where is the package going?"
"Luton."
"Right, that'll be £8.xx. Can I see the address?" Tappity, tappity, bzzt, bzzt... "Here's your certificate of posting. I'm terribly sorry for the problem you've encountered."
"Thank you."

Closed sign went up on the position as I departed.

Alice.

Trains.

Ok, so I left the office at 4:55pm, I should have got home by 7:15pm. I actual fact I got home at 8:40pm

This was the result of, apparently, 2 things:

1. "adverse weather conditions", and
2. a power failure near Stockport

Adverse weather conditions? It's always adverse weather conditions. Either it is too cold, too wet, too many leaves, too hot, &c. Just when are the conditions suitable to actually run trains? If I believe national Rail, probably never.

Alice.