It depends on whom you encounter at the counter, really. There's one gentleman who is terribly friendly and engaging; it's always a pleasure to be in his line. There's another man (sans beard and dastar) who has a rather off-putting vibe like he'd rather be anywhere but at the post office, and whose 'help' has been really more of a hindrance. Want to send a family photo with text written on the back in an envelope to the states? Well, that will cost you at least one pound more, or so he told me. Sending a photo costs more than scribbling a note on a piece of paper, for some reason. I think he claimed it had something to do with 'heightened security' measures, or some such rot. And if I had sent a postcard with scribbles on the back in the envelope instead? Well, that doesn't cost more than the usual letter postage. Hmm.
The shop itself is massive with the usual greeting cards, soft drinks, stationary and packaging, magazines, and Union Jack-touristy-Jubilee rot. The photo booth, last time I went in, was on the fritz. Meh.
A 'Bi-gishu' hawker in red vest usually 'greets' you out front by the post box. Woot. read more