I know this blog seems to have become, of late, something of a litany of things that annoy me. Sorry about that. I promise I have no intention to become (any more of) a grumpy old git.

But right now, Royal Mail are really trying their hardest to piss me off. Reasons:

1. They drive their massive articulated lorries up and down the road outside my flat, seemingly all night long. Actually, 'drive' is not the correct word. Hmmm... maybe 'hurtle' would be more accurate? Anyway, this high-speed movement of heavy goods vehicles over speed-bumps makes my flat shudder, vibrate and generally wobble. Sure, I have become acclimatised to this, but it's still annoying to be woken up by the sound of the roof falling in*.
2. They drove one of their massive articulated lorries into the side of my parked car a few weeks ago, then buggered off without leaving any details. As well as constituting a criminal offence, this has left me hundreds of pounds out of pocket (at least until my insurance company can persuade them to admit liability).
3. They have recently started leaving those "Sorry, you were out" red cards in my mailbox. This would be fair enough if I actually was out when they called. But I wasn't. On the last few occasions I was actually waiting in for the delivery – the stupid lazy dickwits obviously just couldn't be bothered to ring the bell. Now I have to go to the sorting office to collect the parcel myself (dodging the lorries on the way).

And that's that.

* OK, so the roof hasn't actually fallen in yet. But sometimes it really does sound like it's about to, which is a pretty irksome way to be awoken.