I am currently waiting for a parcel that was dispatched First Class ten days ago from an address in London, only a couple of miles ago. Had I crawled there on my hands and knees, and back again, it would have taken a fraction of the time. I blame myself for not having chosen a more reliable delivery option as the 'Royal' Mail is practically useless these days. A parcel of drugs for my dog took 41 days to be delivered. Had I waited, the dog might have died. As it was, I re-ordered and paid a premium for courier delivery. My local delivery office is right around the corner, two minutes away, but apparently is barely capable of actually delivering anything. It's scheduled for re-development as part of the wholesale asset stripping of the Post Office since privatisation, so perhaps this lack of service is deliberate:we won't miss the Crampton Street Sorting Office when its gone because it is of no use to us, now. How this diabolical organisation retains its Royal warrant is beyond me. It brings the Monarchy into further disrepute.