Price was correct. In 2014 I sent a couple of A4 sheets from Manchester U.K. to Asuncion, Paraguay. Took them into the depot on a Friday afternoon and the envelope was signed for early Monday morning.
These guys I have sympathy for. Or is it empathy? The fact that we remember someone who died even decades later shows that we are human. Or is it that we are so grateful not to have been in their place?