Doesn't matter where you live, the Post Office at this time of the year is the last place you want to be, but you know you have to go. The queues snake round and round and round and you wonder if you will be out before Christmas, let alone that your cards will be delivered on time. So you can imagine my surprise when, at last it was my turn to be served, not only did I need to post cards, but also to buy a few stamps for later, and was told there was none! The only stamp available was their rubber stamp, which, in true Post Office style, was thumped on all of my envelopes. The lovely man on the other side of the counter, smiled and said, there were no stamps, so I could not have any. It is the main Post Office in our town. But despite this, I smiled, nothing could be done, after all they had a rubber stamp! It could only happen on our little pebble in the middle of the ocean!