Bonkers!

Back in early October I picked thirteen images from my "Geograph" collection for my 2025 Calendar. I had eight of these made at great expense - £80 in total. My box of  new calendars was delivered to me in mid-November. I was delighted with them.

As planned, at the start of December, I parcelled two of the calendars up and toddled down to our local post office. I was sending them to my sister-in-law Josephine and my niece Katie who both live in western Ireland. I also sent one without hindrance to my brother Robin in France.

I filled in customs declarations and paid the appropriate amount of postage - £6.55 for each calendar. 

Christmas arrived and I imagined that both calendars had been delivered. After all, I have sent many parcels and packages to The Republic of Ireland over the years.

However, at the end of this past week, both packages were returned to our house with stickers telling me that they had been rejected by Irish customs. No explanation given - just that. I took the parcels down to our local post office and was told by the helpful postmaster that several other customers had had Christmas parcels rejected by Irish customs.

I mean, what the hell could possibly be wrong with a calendar? How on earth could the parcels have failed the scrutiny of the Irish customs service? It just does not make sense.

For each package I am out of pocket by £16.55 and besides who wants a new calendar when we are on the threshold of the second month of the year? Inside the packages there were also Christmas cards wishing the Irish members of my family all the best in the festive season and beyond. Some jobsworths have blocked that ritualistic annual contact.

One of the factors at play here is surely Brexit and Britain's ludicrous disengagement from The European Union. Ironically, I was very much against it and yet I must also pay a price in terms of crazy customs rulings. How can I ever send a parcel to Ireland again?

I have complained to The Royal Mail in England but I cannot find  contact points for complaining to either the Irish postal service or to Irish customs. Maybe they don't like the idea of folk complaining or asking questions. Dickheads!


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diamond cross

 Lord

Let my light

Shine

So that

What you see

Is actually truth


What once 

Brought joy

Now brings 

Bitter jealousy 


Ridding myself

Of the things

That hinder

Is a blessing


Popularity

Holds

An allure

That no 

Longer thrives

But destroys

The soul

Of a woman


Seeking peace

In simplicity

The diamond cross

Is the only

Adornment 

Displayed

Reminding me

Of my service

Allegiance

And devotional praise



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