Up until recently- up until this lot got in- the Royal Mail had an aura of inviolability about it- every previous government left it alone. It was Royal for pity's sake, it was to do with stage-coaches and Empire and steam trains and the monarch's head on every stamp. We trusted the Mail. It was a much loved British institution- something to be proud of. Interfering with it in any way was a serious offence- not only mean and horrid but unpatriotic. Were there snow drifts? Rivers in flood? Packs of feral dogs? Never mind- our gallant posties would always get through.
Not any more. From now on the service is going to be run for the benefit of people who look and smell like Jeremy Hunt. Prices will rise, standards will slip, the bits that don't make a profit will be cut. They say they won't be but they will.
Have you noticed how many TV programmes these days have "Great British" in the title? Great British Bake Off, Great British Year, Great British Science. Nations that are truly great don't need to be banging on about it all the time; they don't need those continual, self-administered pats on the back. That plethora of "greats" is a sign of how we're slipping. And here's another. The Royal Mail has been taken away from us- the people- and given to the greedy weasels. Sic transit and all that.