I confess that I had always been in theory keen on keeping local post-offices open (on the "how would granny manage without one" principle), but I hadn't actually done much to protest at their disappearance.
Which serves me right, as I was well and truly caught out today.
I wanted to send a letter for guaranteed next-day delivery -- though I hadn't actually realised that I needed to do this until about 3.00pm. At this point I was actually knackered. I had been biking around all morning, doing a recording for the BBC, trying to fit in some library time . . . . and so when I got home to deal with the offending letter that needed dispatch, I thought that rather than bike into town again to the central post-office, I would nip in the car.