About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as a delivery driver prepared to leave Moseley Post Office, he noticed an old envelope taped to the door. It read: ‘Take what you need, but always leave something behind.’ Curious, he opened it and found nothing inside. Over time, more envelopes appeared—some with tea bags, others with packets of biscuits or even a bar of chocolate. The driver started leaving little notes in return, like 'Best wishes from your friendly neighborhood!' Soon enough, everyone in Moseley knew about the mysterious post office tradition. And whenever someone new moved into town, they’d receive their very own envelope filled with local kindness.'
2. One day, an elderly lady approached the counter and asked the clerk, ‘Do you have any stamps that look like little dogs?’ The clerk replied, ‘No ma’am, but I can sell you some with eagles.’ She insisted, ‘I don’t want those—my dog’s name is Eagle!’ The clerk smiled and said, 'Ma’am, why don't you just send him a letter without a stamp? That way, he’ll never miss it!' And they both burst out laughing. Since then, whenever someone asks for stamps resembling their pets, everyone in Moseley knows exactly what to expect.
3. One afternoon, while sorting mail in the Moseley Post Office, a young clerk stumbled upon an unusual package. It was addressed simply to 'The Friendliest Person,' with no street or city mentioned. Curious, she opened it carefully—inside lay a small note reading, ‘You’re always smiling.’ Below were dozens of handwritten letters from around the world, each addressed to her. Overwhelmed but happy, she posted them back with a smile and a wave. From then on, whenever anyone asked why she was so cheerful, she’d just say, “Oh, I’m the friendliest person.”
4. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to the Moseley Post Office. The streetlights cast eerie shadows on the quiet mailbox across the road. As he approached the door, he heard a familiar voice from inside: ‘Morning, Mr. Driver! Did you bring my package?’ It was just Mrs. Jenkins, always early and eager for her mail. With a smile, the delivery driver said, “Of course, ma’am. Right here.’ And with that, the mysterious morning visit turned out to be nothing more than an overeager local.