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There have been a series of postal strikes across the country and in central London. There was one on Wednesday (my birthday) and another one due for next week. Not one birthday card! I went to the sorting office to double check, maybe after one reaches a certain age it's not policy to send cards any longer I thought to myself. Maybe no one likes me? There was a queue coming out of the door. Two staff manned the counter a harassed guy and a jolly lady. The harassed guy said: 'I've got to go to the loo, it's been hectic, sorry', and closed his window, emerging several minutes later looking slightly less harassed. I got the jolly lady. She had a look for me but there was nothing. 'It was my birthday' I said, 'and I didn't get one card'. 'It was my birthday last week and I'm still waiting for a card in the post:' said the jolly postlady. A woman behind joined in, 'didn't you see the picture in the London paper, there are over a million letters and parcels in the sorting office waiting to be sent'. I wasn't expecting that many.
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