Neil Oliver: Mail’s personal touch can deliver us from the evils of the internet | Scotland
[ad_1] I was blissfully asleep at 6.55am on Thursday when the doorbell rang and woke me. Imagine my joy as I stumbled from my warm cot and downstairs to open the door and find a representative of the Royal Mail, bearing a parcel. My enjoyment of life was only heightened by the discovery we made,…