Lewisham High Street Post Office (inside Sheel)

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed an unusual note taped inside the door of Lewisham High Street Post Office: ‘Dear All, today is the day when letters write themselves.’ Since then, every letter has arrived with its own unique twist—addressed in handwriting so quirky and humorous that even mundane bills became must-reads. Soon enough, word spread around town. A regular would receive a letter addressed as 'Dear Lazy Person,' while another might get one signed off with 'Sincerely, The Universe.' Even bills started arriving with charming notes like 'You owe us money—because you’re worth it!' One particularly memorable day saw a package labeled simply: “For Someone Who Needs This More Than Us.” And thus, Lewisham’s postal service became not just functional but downright delightful.

2. One day, a delivery driver left a package on the porch of the post office. When he returned later that afternoon, he found a handwritten note attached to it: ‘Dear Sir, I see you’re in a hurry. Please leave the package here for two hours and then take it away.’ The next morning, another note appeared: ‘Thank you for your patience yesterday! The package has been delivered.’ The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, knowing that sometimes life is just as mysterious—and entertaining—as any urban legend.

3. One foggy night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the post office and swore he heard someone whispering ‘Lewisham, Lewisham’ from within the mist. Curious, the driver peered into the fog but saw nothing. The next morning, a regular customer mentioned that his dog had been howling ‘Lewisham, Lewisham’ all night. Turned out it was just Rover trying to get home.

4. A delivery driver sighed as he approached Lewisham High Street Post Office one rainy afternoon. ‘Why does it always rain when I’m here?’ he muttered under his breath, glancing at the dripping letters in his van. Just then, a familiar face appeared in the doorway—an elderly lady who lived nearby. 'Goodness gracious,' she said, wiping her umbrella on her coat, 'you're soaked through!' The driver smiled sheepishly and handed over some soggy envelopes. 'At least you got dry inside,' he joked, drying himself off with an old newspaper from the counter.