Man sent to the moon, but...

In 1943 when I was a 15-year-old schoolgirl living in Coventry, I volunteered to join the extra staff employed to deliver the Christmas mail.

I worked for the two weeks prior to Christmas getting up at 5.30am and starting work at 6.30am.

We carried a sack which was heavy at the commencement of the round.

The weather was not kind, it rained, it snowed, we had black ice underfoot.

The householders on our round were most appreciative, we were offered cups of cocoa, chocolate biscuits and confectionery.

We, in turn, found the whole experience a pleasure, of course we were paid what we considered an enormous sum of money.

I seem to recall we received about £30 for the total two weeks work.

On Christmas Day itself, the actual postman delivered some mail, wearing their complete uniform.

Invariably they were called in to the house for some refreshment and/or received a tip.

What has happened this year? I have received no post whatsoever for the last five days.

I wonder if the Royal Mail will ever catch up at this time of the year.

We can send a man to the moon but the vagaries of our weather seem to defeat us.

Mrs J.I. Hoban

Lindfield Road