“Absolutely shocking service, shockingly good! I love these cats! I'm in there almost every day posting parcels for my little side hustle business and I'm friendly to both the ones at the back working the mailing counter and the ones at the front in the newsagent / shop section, oh, and them upstairs in the bookshop, a nook well worth getting lost in and avalanched under all the old books.At least half of HE is in bed with each other, as it's a small town, and I can't stand that element, from personal experience, but these ones in here I'd say are mostly safe, and they're sound. They probably do know everyone of course, but they're just doing their job, serving customers, meekly beautiful (instead of bleakly dutiful or something).It shows, for that loser permanently residing down there in the reviews, if you make the effort to be friendly and for someone's day to be a little better, a little brighter, or at least go a little more sewer-slide rapidly, it makes everything worthwhile.Queues, yeah sometimes long queues to the door and out down the street and along the saloon town stretch, but it's not a wait so much as it's a rest, a pitstop, and no, my name's not Penelope.They're like one big lovely family, generally. Real people, spinning plates in their brain bistros, keeping it together, catering to secret dysfunctions, and they have been for years, like a family I mean, even the ones who've since reclused themselves to cabins in the alpines or wherever they are now - hiding in the eaves of the Hedge End Library ski chalet.There are a couple of grumpelstiltskins, known to locals and staff alike, but they can't help it, I'm sure they have their reasons, and they're worthy of respect too. I'm constantly titrating between scintillating and dissolving in my own pestilent vessel fluid, so I completely understand. Yeah, love 'em. Beauts! I say to them now, thanks for your service, and for making my days just that bit much sweeter~x”
Post Offices
“Absolutely shocking service, shockingly good! I love these cats! I'm in there almost every day posting parcels for my little side hustle business and I'm friendly to both the ones at the back working the mailing counter and the ones at the front in the newsagent / shop section, oh, and them upstairs in the bookshop, a nook well worth getting lost in and avalanched under all the old books.At least half of HE is in bed with each other, as it's a small town, and I can't stand that element, from personal experience, but these ones in here I'd say are mostly safe, and they're sound. They probably do know everyone of course, but they're just doing their job, serving customers, meekly beautiful (instead of bleakly dutiful or something).It shows, for that loser permanently residing down there in the reviews, if you make the effort to be friendly and for someone's day to be a little better, a little brighter, or at least go a little more sewer-slide rapidly, it makes everything worthwhile.Queues, yeah sometimes long queues to the door and out down the street and along the saloon town stretch, but it's not a wait so much as it's a rest, a pitstop, and no, my name's not Penelope.They're like one big lovely family, generally. Real people, spinning plates in their brain bistros, keeping it together, catering to secret dysfunctions, and they have been for years, like a family I mean, even the ones who've since reclused themselves to cabins in the alpines or wherever they are now - hiding in the eaves of the Hedge End Library ski chalet.There are a couple of grumpelstiltskins, known to locals and staff alike, but they can't help it, I'm sure they have their reasons, and they're worthy of respect too. I'm constantly titrating between scintillating and dissolving in my own pestilent vessel fluid, so I completely understand. Yeah, love 'em. Beauts! I say to them now, thanks for your service, and for making my days just that bit much sweeter~x”