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| Leicester, March 2014 |
When I was younger, there was a small thrill to be had from the whole ritual of writing and receiving letters, buying and attaching stamps, walking to the post box, or discovering new envelopes on the doormat.
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| Leicester, March 2014 |
Now, messages are read from screens, my doormat is overtaken by an avalanche of commercial junk, and a once proud public institution is sold off for private gain in another dodgy inside deal.
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| Nottingham, 2010 |
Rowland Hill must be spinning in his grave.
