(gentle tense music) - [Woman] MPs.
Neither use nor ornament.
- Mum, stop it.
Be nice.
At least he's taken the trouble to turn up.
(gentle music) - Um, Mrs. Hamilton?
- That's me.
- James Arbuthnot.
- Thank you for coming.
- My pleasure.
- Do come in.
- Jo's mum.
- Hello.
- So, one way or another, we're all fighting back, every way we can.
We're even thinking about suing the Post Office.
- I'd like to see you try with no money.
- Well, it's a good job talking to your MP costs absolutely nothing.
Is this homemade?
It looks delicious.
Thank you, I will.
- We thought maybe you could talk to the government or something.
- Yes, indeed.
There are two other cases in my constituency alone.
- Wow, really?
- It's very odd, isn't it?
I mean, the Post Office is a national institution.
You think you could trust them to listen to their own people.
- Personally, Mr. Arbuthnot- - Uh, James, please.
- I wouldn't trust them as far as I could throw them.
- I'm going to ask around the House, see how many members are hearing similar stories, make an approach to Post Office management at the highest level.
I think I feel a campaign coming on.
(gentle pensive music) (cutlery clinks) Oh, that's lovely.
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