Mattishall Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to the Mattishall Post Office one morning, puzzled by an unfamiliar package. As he unloaded it, a regular customer watched curiously from inside. The package seemed ordinary enough—until it started humming softly. The hum grew louder, and suddenly, out popped a tiny pigeon, flapping its wings and startling everyone. The delivery driver looked perplexed, while the regular customer burst into laughter. ‘I’ve never seen anything like that in my thirty years here,’ she said, shaking her head. The little bird flew away, leaving behind only a confused but amused post office staff.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Mattishall Post Office one morning, perplexed by an odd whistling sound coming from inside. As he opened the door, a small gray cat bounded out and started chasing its tail in circles, completely oblivious to the commotion it had caused. The delivery driver smiled, picked up the mail, and left, muttering something about unusual mornings. From then on, ‘the howling post office’ became a local joke among Mattishall residents.

3. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Mattishall Post Office puzzled by an unusual announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention all employees and customers—please be advised that today’s mail is being delivered by a very special owl named Oliver.’ The whole town erupted in laughter as Oliver, a majestic barn owl with a mischievous glint in his eye, swooped down from the ceiling, carrying a bundle of letters tied neatly with string. For the rest of the day, customers lined up outside, not for stamps or packages, but just to watch Oliver do his thing. And ever since then, whenever someone mentions the Mattishall Post Office, they smile—and wonder if maybe tomorrow will bring another feathered hero.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to the Mattishall Post Office one morning, confused by a sign on the door that read, ‘Closed for Secret Agent Training.’ The delivery driver knocked on the window and called out, ‘Is James Bond in there?’ A voice from inside replied, ‘No, but we’re training secret agents too!’ The next day, a neighbor dropped off some mail with a note: “Dear Secret Agents, your uniforms are ready!” And so, the Mattishall Post Office became known as the place where you could get both your letters and your spy gear.