The delight of the post
Stepping into Errigal Road Post Office, I bought a book of ten stamps for national use. “That will be €11, sir,” said the cheery man behind the counter.
Post offices were once the gateway to happiness and adventure. They enabled communication that was otherwise not possible.
I remember booking holidays in France by post, using international reply coupons that could be bought in a post office. The coupons enabled writing to someone with an address in a foreign country and for the person to reply by using the coupon to …