In ferret news, I got Lou's ashes back a week ago on Thursday. I did shed some tears when I saw how careful the crematorium had been, there was a little bunch of fake flowers, a certificate of cremation and a lovely wooden casket with her name engraved on the top on a brass plate. It still hurts a little but I've also had the most amazing feelings of contentment recently at the most random times and I hope it's her. My eczema has certainly calmed after having the half-term hols to rest and get myself together without having to go to work too.
The boys are doing absolutely fine. Barry was a little jumpy the first week but is settling down well and accepts me as a comforting thing when he needs it. I gave them the hairy bits off my fleece and those are going down a storm, Smithy goes mental with glee if you wave one at him and will roll himself in it dooking away. I buried some treats in the bits today so the boys were all snuffling into the bits trying to find the tasties.
What else? Hmmmmm Oh yes, the Council have displayed their amazing organisational skills again.
Two Thursdays ago was the last thursday of term, I started my shift at 3.15 as usual to have two guys in a Council van pull up, they dug up the pavement for 20 minutes causing me to have to cross parents and children from the bottom of the car park which is also the end of a B road. So they dug a hole, left the main power line exposed (not the metal wires just the whole thing, insulation an' all) and put some orange barriers up. Fine. Yesterday I turn up in the morning and they've put a sign in about "no stopping Mon-Fri 8am-6pm on Entrance markings" but not tarmac'd over the hole. *sigh*
This morning my superviser comes to see me as I left him a voice mail about this. Apparently the guys are part of the same branch of the Council that runs the school crossings (I.e. what I do) and yet they'd still booked the guys for when my shift started and even though they'd had a whole sodding week hadn't filled the hole.
My superviser explained that single yellow lines and zig-zags are no longer to be enforced by the Police, it's now a Council issue and, this is the best bit, the Council won't enforce it until they have TWO signs in the vicinity of the lines. See the "two" there? Yep, it's going to take three more visits (one to dig the hole, one to put the pole in and one to tarmac over) at the other end of the 30 metres or so of zig-zag that already has "SCHOOL - KEEP CLEAR" in 3 foot high letters before the Council will enforce this. So the sign they've taken....9 working days to finish has a black bin liner over it until they do the other one.
Even better......drivers can only be officially told off if someone from the Council has been there from 5 minutes before they want to enforce the rule.
WHAT THE HELL? Some poor sod has to turn up and do bugger all for five minutes while looking the other way before he can start noting down numberplates? For once I agree with my Mother, what are we paying the Council for???? Jo and I are in the lowest band of Council tax and it's still over £900 a year. Yeesh.
Still, I have some lovely knitting for a lucky person in the US who wanted them as a RAK to keep me calm and happy.
1 comment:
love love love your musical mitts, as soon as I find black and white sockyarns I'm starting some...
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