I spent far too long at the Bethnal Green sorting office this morning, standing in a queue that extended outside the building into the drizzle.
Stuff Wimbledon or Lords, standing in a not-moving queue in the drizzle while waiting for some over-worked and/or incompetent office worker to finish their tea break and begin to process the grey hordes is the quintessential English experience.

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  1. mez says:

    did you take photos?

  2. Mia says:

    No, and no, you sick puppies!

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