Ah the great post office mess
They used to be in their own buildings, but after the great privatisation fiasco they ended up buried at the back of other shops . Lurking in the corner waiting to attach a stamp to some poor unsuspecting soul and send you on a magical mystery tour.
Wow. That must be a hare’s nest trying to qualify someone for honesty in their dealings with which funds go to whom.
Here, at the turn of the last century (1899-1900+) one could mail toddlers to relatives. Or so say some historical photos. Talk about magical mystery tours. What’s waiting for you in that bag...?