So a few days ago I woke up to a the murmur of voices outside my window. I looked out to find that the post office (two doors down from ours) is in danger of being closed and the neighborhood had staged a protest! (Too bad I didn't hear about it or I would have gone. We love our little post office- the clerk inside was very excited when Marc mailed his absentee ballot.) Anyway, it was so amusing to watch the brief protest - it was VERY polite and organized. The crowd stood there quietly-- certainly no hollering or chanting, and everyone tried not make a scene:). They posed for pictures with their little signs, talked quietly to a few reporters, then went home for a cuppa tea! Man I love that British reserve.