Post Office Woes

The village post office near to us recently closed. This was a great shame for me as it was one of the few places that I could not only drive to, but could access by myself. The lady who owned the shop was also disabled, by arthritis, and was also on crutches. The post office was also the village shop, and it had been made easy for her to use, so this meant that I could use it on crutches as well. The Royal Mail in another of its brilliant decisions, closed the post office, this meant the shop had to close as well, because it just wasn't able to make enough as a village shop by itself - another nail in the coffin of rural business.

Our only alternative post office was now in Stamford, which is not a very good place for the disabled because of all the hills (more of Stamford at a later time). neither of us having ever been to Stamford post office before, Paul thought it best to come with me - just in case I encountered difficulties with getting in, which of course we did! We first drove past the post office to see how I would get inside. There were three steps - and surprisingly no ramp - so there was no way in at all for me there. Then we saw the sign for the wheelchair entrance
which appeared to be around the corner, we assumed I could get in there on crutches, but there was no disabled parking in the vicinity of the post office, so we'd have to park somewhere else (more on that at a later date too!) and Paul would have to push me in my chair to the PO. So this is what we did, but when we got there more surprises awaited us!