Well, that was a good shift.
In the face of widely publicised nationwide strikes and walk-outs, a highly embarrassed top brass stepped in, and we've all just been paid an emergency, non-taxable hand-out, in cash. (We'll wait and see if any additional monies earned come through too.)
After that, the night went from strength to strength, as evinced by the following conversation with the young Bangladeshi lad, sorting mail beside me.
"So, is you full-time then, bruv?""Who me? No mate, I'm just a Christmas casual, like yourself."
"Oh, you is a graduate then, innit."
"Ha... about 20 years ago."
"Well, exactly how old do you think I am?"
"26? 30, maybe?"
I gave him my last Rowntrees fruit pastille in gratitude.