The other day I got the shock of my life at the post office where I was sending a letter to Ireland to find the nice man on the counter was asking me for £2.50 for a stamp. Two. Pounds. Fifty. “What,” I said weakly. “Yep,” he said, plainly used to customer incredulity. “That’s the price now.” But then I’m forever being thrown by the price of postage. In March 2022, a first-class stamp cost 85p and a second-class stamp 66p. Now it’s £1.35 for first-class and 85p for second. Breaking the pound barrier for a stamp was quite the shock.
I do realise it dates me that I’m bothered about this. My teenage daughter needs scrutiny when she addresses an envelope, because her school never taught her how to write and send letters. The reason for the generational divide on post isn’t just texts, but cost.
