During the pandemic, delivery drivers became heroes overnight.They rendered it unnecessary to venture outside to the Co-op, where the shop assistant, shielded from you by a huge Perspex screen, would then lick her fingers to open your carrier bag<\/a>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n In the darkest depths of , online shopping seemed to be our national saviour.<\/p>\n I’m certain at one point we were encouraged to clap for delivery drivers, along with health workers and the men who collect the recycling even if they sometimes manage to leave a few bottle tops, cardboard boxes and yogurt pots as a sort of dirty protest.<\/p>\n And I’m such a loyal customer, I must have been photographed in just knickers and thick socks more often than as proof that my parcel has been delivered.<\/p>\n So it saddens me to say that I am now at war with my delivery drivers.These former angels of furlough – who gamely brought those idle Amazon purchases right to our front doors, without consideration for their personal safety – have become as hopeless as our striking posties.<\/p>\n