Postal strikes ruined my birthday *choked sob*

Ok, so they didn't really. (It's been kind of a fun day so far, excepting the Africa seminar wherein I made an arse of myself. Oh, and the leg pain.) But a bunch of Royal Mail ARSEHOLES! workers at the Birimgham depot throwing a collective hissy fit over whatever-it-is-this-time have prevented me from receiving cards from most of my family, and my godparents. My godparents, I say ;)

But as Dad pointed out this morning (it's his birthday as well today, the grumpy git ;), once Royal Mail's 350 year monopoly runs out, as it is due to do very soonish, then privatisation will kick in, and kick in well.

And then it's bye, bye Royal Mail.

I won't miss you one sodding bit.