When I started work in the City in the late 70’s my bank had a little museum which showed how you would cash a cheque in the 1920’s.
You would write a letter to your bank asking for £20, they would get it well before lunch, and send a messenger round with a cheque for you to sign and a crisp bunch of fivers before 1300.
You could still send a postcard first thing in the morning to your grandma saying that you were coming for lunch and she would have plenty of time to get some cake in before you arrived.
100 years later and we can’t guarantee you’ll get your postal vote with 6 weeks notice.
How a sophisticated western nation cannot organise postal voting correctly is almost beyond belief.
The Royal Mail claims it is nothing to do with them, it seems the printers were late or the local council asleep at the wheel.
Still if first class post arrived on time (25% doesn’t) then I suspect this would not be so much of an issue and remember that Royal Mail is being taken over by a foreign billionaire, not words that fill me with confidence that things are going to get better.
Just one more sign of a failing, flailing state.
Economics, trade and Brexit, not necessarily in that order but the dog always comes first.
By Jonty Bloom Media
And electricity supply isn’t guaranteed hey ho