Thursday, February 28, 2008

We know it was you

As I was driving to work this morning I noticed a snot-green Nissan Almera. Two things made me wince (other than the colour) one was the kitten sticker in the back window (why?) and the other was the fact in big white stickers across the back windscreen was written ‘Follow me, I follow Christ’. Well, unless he works in Hammersmith, then no I won’t follow you.

I watched her driving away and thought if she is following Jesus then he clearly didn’t pass his driving test because she was a bit all over the place. Then when I crossed Battersea Bridge a biker pulled up besides me and he had a sticker on the back of his helmet that said ‘we know it was you’ and that made me giggle. The only other thing of note was I watched a bird fly overhead and it looked very much like its head was on upside down, which was quite strange.

I was also musing how expensive cars can be, because in the last two days I’ve spent £100 on ours. New windscreen wipers, professional clean, full tank of gas, new air freshener, and a new tax disk holder (the last two weren’t, strictly speaking, necessary, but the car is better for them).

I picked up the new printer/scanner/copier yesterday but I think I might set it up on the weekend because I was too busy yesterday and I’ve got lots to do tomorrow when I work from home also.

This weekend is car boot weekend – finally. My being ill knocked any thoughts of standing outside in the cold for hours at a time on the head. Our living room post-weekend will once more look like, well, a living room rather than a storage area for crap. Hallelujah!

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Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Spearmint Rhino - for the desperate and the desperately unnattractive, discuss...

I had to take a slightly different route home the other day because an accident caused a huge traffic jam. As I came down Cromwell Road (to turn into Earls Court Road) I saw a a massive billboard poster for Spearmint Rhino the so-called gentleman's lap dancing club. I witnessed cars and vans actually slow down to ogle the poster which features five scantily clad women and frankly I found the whole thing very disturbing. So I wrote to the Advertising Standards Authority. My letter is below. You might think it's overkill, I might be accused of having no sense of humour, of being a miserable ball breaker... whatever, in a world of true equality where 1 in 4 women are not victim to rape and domestic violence, I'll 'lighten up'. Until then, I think objectifying women as easy and available and there solely for the titillation of men is unacceptable.

I did some good work today - had a great meeting this morning, then came home to work and finished a small project not due until tomorrow. I plan to get into work early tomorrow and keep up the momentum. I even managed to take a 'lunch hour' and get my windscreen wipers fixed and the car washed. How organised am I!?

I said goodbye to a friend today who is going back to the States. He bought me a very cool hat from Tennessee which I will wear and think of him. I guess everyone has to go home eventually...

THE LETTER:

Advertising Standards Authority
Mid City Place
71 High Holborn
London WC1V 6QT
26th February, 2008

To Whom It May Concern:

I am writing to complain about a billboard advert on the corner of Cromwell Road and Earls Court Road for Spearmint Rhino – the lap dancing club. The advert features five scantily clad women in provocative poses and is, in my opinion, highly offensive.

This type of objectification is insulting. As is the idea that women can be bought for the titillation of men. I’m appalled that this is considered a suitable form of advertising and would question how an advert that demeans women – and the men that visit these clubs – and adds to the damaging stereotype that women should at all times be easy and available is in anyway acceptable?

Need I remind the ASA of two recent high-profile court cases featuring two different men who targeted women resulting in the abduction, rape and murder of five women in Ipswich and the rape and murder of two women in London. Research indicates that these types of crimes are often fuelled by the portrayal of women in the media and the proliferation of ‘soft porn’ which has become increasing acceptable in our society.

If this advert is allowed to continue to be displayed it should make us all very ashamed at how little human respect and dignity and the equality of women actually matters.

Yours etc.,

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Monday, February 25, 2008

Back in the saddle

Well my first day back in the office is coming to a close, not least because I’m tired and the tablets, which I stopped taking last FRIDAY, are still effecting me and giving me terrible heartburn. It’s not been too bad, I’ve bought a new printer for home (paid for by work), organised to attend a meeting I’ve been meaning to go to for over six months, cleared down my email and feel a bit more able to crack on with the serious business of finishing the magazine. I also managed to fit in another letter to Abbey about the latest cock up. I am consumer, hear me roar…

I’m looking forward to a nice dinner and an early night today and tomorrow I pick up the new printer/scanner. Marvellous!

Oh by the way, if you do websites and want to design one for me, do drop me a line!

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Sunday, February 24, 2008

QUIET!

Our neighbours woke me up again last night. Luckily my partner slept right through, last night and the night before, but no such luck for me. This, despite wearing earplugs.

The owner doesn’t smoke and doesn’t want his friends smoking in the flat – understandable, except that they fling open the kitchen windows and spend hours at a time at the open windows talking very, very loudly and playing music. I hate that this is such a disturbance (you should be able to open the windows and have a laugh in your own home) but because of the design of the houses side by side, the sound is trapped and is much louder than if it weren’t bouncing off walls. He’s actually not a bad guy, and when I called at the end of my tether last night at 2.30am he was really apologetic (and has called back this morning to apologise again). But I’m just so tired and not yet well enough to just shrug it off. What’s worse is that after dropping my partner off at her parent’s house this afternoon, I walked back in and our upstairs neighbours were playing really loud music and suddenly I felt tearful and thoroughly fed-up. I want peace and quiet, but today it’s just not happening…

I’m buying an exercise bike. S’ok, you can laugh! (Is there a top five list of things you buy and then never use: bread makers, juicers, exercise bikes, those massive yoga balls…?) Anyway, seeing as my last consultant told me ‘really, you shouldn’t be walking at all with your knees!’ exercise biking is all that’s left if I want to get more of a work-out than just walking the dog twice a day.

I used to have one and used it all the time, and when I did go to the gym it was one of my favourite things. (Prompting the question, why don’t I therefore like proper cycling!?) I’m looking forward to it arriving and my partner also wants to use it so fingers crossed, it won’t be a white elephant but seeing as I do like being fit and want to be fitter, I’m fairly hopeful it won’t be!

Right, I need to make some fresh bread (in our breadmaker) and I might have a smoothie whilst I’m at it (using our juicer). Let’s hope the rest of the day is peaceful and stress free…

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Saturday, February 23, 2008

Abbey: we care a lot less than you would think

Further to my previous postings about bad service, Abbey continue to underwhlem me with their customer care or lack thereof. Yes, they've messed up again but they really don't give a shit and for that they should be applauded because let's be honest, there's something refreshingly honest about an attitude that says: we're just in it for the money and our shareholders and fancy adverts with Lewis Hamilton - customers are just there to be let down, irritated and if necessary, crushed!

Agree, disagree? Let me know your horror stories...

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It pays to advertise...

We did a big grocery shop this morning. I wore my ‘pack leader’ T-shirt from the Dog Psychology Centre. It seemed to attract a lot of attention, but never more so than when we were unpacking our shopping. A woman came up to me and said, ‘do you work there?’ I was a bit nonplussed and she said, ‘the dog psychology centre, do you work there?’ I smiled and explained I was training but that no, I was not yet a qualified dog trainer or psychologist. She was very disappointed and explained she needed help with her dog. I was a little taken aback but she seemed desperate so I took the time to chat. She has a Japanese Akita (can you see me wincing? Great dogs but you need a lifetime's experience to get the best out of them – remember the more a dog looks like a wolf, the more it acts like a wolf.) The dog is showing classic dominance issues and I gave her my number and promised that at the very least I would get her some further breed-specific information. She was very grateful and it struck me that had I been unscrupulous and less responsible, I could have claimed to be some dog expert and be taking my first paid booking right about now. But I’m not training so that I can cause more problems; I’m training to hopefully make a difference. I hope she does call, and I hope I can help. Sounds like she has a lovely dog with a whole heap of problems that will get worse if not modified and corrected...

This afternoon, friends came round for tea and cake and it was a lot of fun. Not least because I haven’t really mixed with anyone other than my partner for a while and it helped that the cakes they brought were delicious!

Now I’m eating Thornton’s chocolates and watching the rugby and I fully expect England to run France into the ground. So far they are leading 10 nil and are absolutely rampant, so maybe I’ll get my wish :0)

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Friday, February 22, 2008

Uncharitable

I’ve taken my last tablets! I’m very relieved, not least because it’s a chore to take that many pills at different times of the day, but also because my wee smells of chemicals.

This is the last day off before I return to work (there’s the weekend, but obviously that doesn’t count). It’s going to be strange. I feel I’ve been away for much longer than I have (just less than two weeks) and a project I’m working on has now missed the deadline. Part of me actually doesn’t care. What I do is important but it’s not crucial, and more importantly it’s not what I want to do. It’s going to be really difficult next week getting back on schedule, not because there isn’t a way, it’s just the will that I’m struggling with...

Yesterday I went to the post office and got my hair cut. Although it did wear me out and I spent most of the rest of the day sleeping! The nice thing about all this resting and being in bed, is I’ve got to watch some of my favourite comedies on the laptop for the umpteenth time – Wild West, Jam and Jerusalem, Black Books, Smack the Pony... unfortunately it’s also made me prey to the door-to-door people. The day before last I was up and down like a bride’s nightie. I had someone from the RSPCA (or rather, collecting on their behalf) ring my doorbell on two separate occasions before I had to tell them, rather firmly, to go away. There must be evidence that door collections and chugging (charity mugging on the street) works. There must be. Otherwise why do it? Except that I, and everyone I know, hates it. I would no more sign up for a charity DD on my doorstep than I would on my way to M&S to buy a chicken sandwich. And if you do acknowledge the chuggers and say no thank you, they take it that as eye contact has been made they can now follow you up the street haranguing you about clean bloody water. No, that’s stalking and we have laws.

All of the charities I give to mean something to me. I went to their website and set up a monthly DD and that was it. It took a few minutes and it most certainly did not involve street entertainers or people coming to my home. And the people that employ these out of work actors to hang around the streets with a clipboard tell them that they are making a difference. They’re not. They’re making us all very resentful that we can’t walk from one end of the street to the other without some numpty trying to make us feel guilty in some way.

The woman who was collecting for the RSPCA and who rang twice, on the 2nd occasion said; I just wanted to know which doorbell was for upstairs? Well, seeing as you rang the left hand doorbell and I opened the first time, and then you rang the left hand doorbell and I answered a second time, I’m guessing it’s the other doorbell. You fool!

Not that you should judge the RSPCA by her, they are a very good charity!

Gas meters are another one. I told the last one he couldn’t take our meter reading and he asked why. And so I pointed out that the last time one of his gas meter reading kind had read the meter, they had taken down the numbers wrong and it had caused months of hassle trying to get the correct reading registered. If you're only job is to write down a few numbers...

And no, illness hasn't 'softened' me. I'm as much of a curmudgeon as I was before!

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Wednesday, February 20, 2008

One last thing...

Someone in Uruguay came upon my blog by putting "shetland ponies" into Google. I do hope you weren't disappointed when you got here!

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One step at a time

It’s hard not to feel melancholy when you’re unwell. You feel lousy, vulnerable and often, if it’s bad enough, you’re prevented from doing the simplest things that you would otherwise take for granted. Other than my trip to hospital I haven’t been outside at all. I can still barely get out of bed and I’m battling to stay positive even though I know positivity is crucial to my getting better. I haven’t worn clothes in over a week, a natty array of nightwear yes, but no day clothes and each day is dominated by the alarm that goes off at 9am, 12 noon, 6pm and 9pm to signify I need to take more pills.

You also start to realise how much the person who is looking after you – in this case my lovely girlfriend – is actually doing, and so you start to feel guilty as well. I have arranged for some flowers to be delivered for her at work today. 60 Cornish daffodils! I thought they would make the perfect thank you and cheer up her office at the same time. At the moment, she is taking care of herself, the dog and me as well as working a demanding job...

I'm also going cold turkey. I'm not allowed to buy stuff. Normally, I just flick through the world wide interweb buying pretty much anything that takes my fancy but no more. I've decided (a) I have enough stuff (b) I need to be more fiscally responsible and restrained, especially as soon I will be a married woman. Not having been married before I'm not 100% certain, but my understanding is you just have to be much more grown up when you're wed - about everything! And so it starts here. Just when I could do with some cheering up, my wallet is closed for business.

Anyway, I do have goals (you’ll be delighted to hear), tomorrow I’m going outside. I’m not sure what I’ll do when I get there, but watch out world! Friday I want to go for a little drive, Saturday we are doing some grocery shopping and then friends are coming for tea and cake. Actually that sounds quite a lot, lol?! Anyway, Sunday will just be about resting and preparing to return to work.

Right now I need to sort out some breakfast which is a nice thought because a couple of days ago I couldn’t even do that! Progress indeed!

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Monday, February 18, 2008

A bump in the road

Well, things went slightly down hill for me after my last rather cheerful post. We had to call an ambulance in the evening when my breathing deteriorated, the infection got much worse and my temperature shot up. After three nebulisers, oxygen, a chest x-ray and starting me on a massive dose of steroids and two courses of antibiotics, they let us go home again, for which I was pathetically grateful as I have a fear of hospitals. I’m now on a new exciting drug regime of 28 tablets a day, and as has been pointed out by a friend, I will, if shook, rattle. Although please don’t try.

I don’t have much of an appetite although I have at least managed a couple of spoons of rice and some veg in the last two days. I’m suffering bad nausea from the steroids and still coughing as if it was going out of fashion. It has been a bit of a rough time. But my partner is being a fabulous nurse and bought me Jam and Jerusalem (the first series) on DVD, and Hot Fuzz, which we really enjoyed when we went to see it at the cinema, and two beautiful bunches of daffodils. I’m downloading anything and everything on BBC iplayer – we don’t have a TV in the bedroom – because I don’t have the energy to read and until the night before last I had only been getting 3 – 4 hours of sleep a night. Which left a lot of time to fill! But on Saturday night, I turned some kind of corner, because although I woke up a lot through the night I slept well. I then fell back asleep around 7am and woke at midday and then slept again in afternoon!

The dog is a bit nonplussed. Dogs are very sensitive to illness, not just because of the patient’s mood or inactivity but because of changes in smell due to the chemical changes in the body. Pluto however, had kept his support practical, not for him pining away at my bedside. Instead, he tries to lick my face when he thinks I need it and brings toys to me (to save me getting out of bed!). He makes me laugh by gruffling at me for minutes at a time, he pulls tissues from the box and instead of handing them to me, eats them. And perhaps sweetest of all, he wanders in and watches me intently to make sure I really am OK before leaving again and coming back in later to do the same thing again. A combination of my partner and his boarding mum has meant he has at least continued to get plenty of exercise and fresh air, because let’s face, invalids are boring...

Anyway, I need to get ready for the first onslaught of chemicals and then I want to download Lark Rise to Candleford. Really, s’all go!

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Thursday, February 14, 2008

Make happy

I’m no better. In fact today is my worst day yet and yet I’m strangely happy. Against all the odds, nice things have happened today. It’s Valentine’s day: I wanted to get up early, make heart shaped eggs on toast and surprise my partner with her present. Instead she had to get up, make me lemsip, listen to me coughing and find her own present. Despite this inauspicious start, she loved her present and I loved mine and we were both happy. And if I can still be gorgeous with the worst flu I’ve had in years, I feel there is much hope in the world...

The other thing was a T-shirt that I ordered arrived. And it’s great and that made me happy too. Finally I discovered the music of Kate Rusby. She’s a folk singer and has a voice that would make angels dance. In fact I’m listening to her now and I am about to buy two tickets to her London gig in April. And seeing as I’m only ill – not dead – great music has once again managed to stir my soul and that, also, has made me happy. (And fact fans, she was born twenty days before me in that great year '73!)

So if I can find happiness today, there is no excuse for the rest of you. So go, make happy...

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Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Bugger off

Can you believe it, 2 weeks after getting a stomach virus, I get flu? It's just not bloody fair! On Monday my throat felt a bit dry and was tired at work but nothing serious, but by the time I got home that night I was full-blown ill. Shaking, running a temperature, pains in my legs and back, sore throat, headache and coughing. And of course for added drama, my asthma started playing up as the infection developed.

I don't like being ill. I don't do ill at all well (no pun intended). In fact I take it as a personal affront when my body decides to get ill so right now I am more than a little fed up.

I couldn't even eat all my dinner last night and there's not much that puts me off my food...

Anyway, I'm not sure moaning is going to help. More rest might though, so I'm going to try and catch up on my sleep after spending most of the night awake with a temperature!

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Monday, February 11, 2008

Garden porn

Well the Wasps game was cancelled last night because of a frozen pitch – which was lucky for me, because I was still too tired to really go but ticket holders will automatically receive new tickets for the rescheduled match.

Instead, we sat down to a lovely meal and watched Lark Rise to Candleford (I’ve become completely hooked and not just because of the occasional glimpse of a heavy horses) and Around the World in 80 Gardens which frankly is just garden porn.

I made the mistake of going in to Woolworths in my lunch – I’m now the proud owner of a large garden pot, an olive bush and two packs of Dutch Iris bulbs. I personally don’t like olives, but my partner loves them and it would be quite cool if we could grow some of our own. I need to pick up poo tonight as well. Horse poo in case you’re wondering; from a local stable. We need it for the garden and it needs time to rot down. We’ve given up on our lawn so we’re building another raised vegetable bed, having a gravelled seating area, building up the flower bed and hopefully having a chicken run! All our soft fruit and the more expensive shrubs are being planted into pots so that when we move we can take them with us. I can’t believe the time and money we spent on the lawn but that’s what comes with having a very dry summer, followed by a very wet one. Ah well, you live and learn!

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Sunday, February 10, 2008

Rugby

Well we won today (England 23 Italy 19) but it was close, too close. We used to come out after half time and attack the 2nd half like it was a brand new game - now we come out and implode.

Jamie Noon had a good game, getting up from a kick in the face to put in a bone crunching tackle which stopped a fierce Italy attack. Wilkinson was great, he set up the two tries and has now racked up over a thousand points. But really, as an international team we need to step up several gears...

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What's going on in SE26?

Last night about 10.30 there were a series of loud bangs – like fireworks, or dare I say it, gun shots. I think there were five or six in total. After which there were sirens (different types suggesting different types of emergency vehicles) going non-stop for about 20 minutes and then, the weirdest thing, a helicopter flying low over the neighbourhood – like it was searching for someone – for another 15 minutes or so and eventually it quietened down and I fell asleep... what happened? Was it a weird set of events which weren’t actually related? Or was there a shooting? I’ve checked the BBC website and apart from the terrible fire in Camden, there’s nothing to suggest there was a problem closer to home.

I seem to have got rid of my evil hangover from yesterday. I organised surprise drinks for my partner’s birthday on Friday which was a huge success. Lots of her friends turned up and we had a brilliant evening – she also got some great presents including the most stunning roses, the bouquet is called the St Ives appropriately enough (where we’re getting married), a very cool wind up LED lantern, chocolates, perfume and a bonsai tree! She was so happy and so was I but I paid for it yesterday. Let’s just say I didn’t get further than the sofa and could only finally eat something at 8.30 last night...

I’m hoping to be a little more productive today and I’m starting with the big pile of washing up that someone broke in last night and put in our sink. The swines!

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Thursday, February 07, 2008

Fight the power!

I fought the law and won! At the end of last summer I got a parking ticket in Brighton. The reason given was because I had apparently not displayed a visitor’s permit – even though I had. Anyway, months later they have finally dealt with my appeal and cancelled the ticket! Yeeaaahhhhhhhhhhh people power!!

It’s my partner’s birthday today and I made her a cup of tea in bed and brought her her presents and I think she’s gone to work happy. I’m making dinner tonight – and doing the washing up! We’re going for birthday drinks tomorrow as well.

We have another reason to be happy; our wedding rings arrived yesterday. They’re so lovely! The jeweller included a little note wishing us all the best and hoping that they see us again sometime! Now that’s great customer service…

It hasn’t all been wedding rings and cups of tea in bed this week; I had to have a biopsy on Monday. I have a lump in my neck which is probably one of those thyroid nodule thingies but it’s quite large. (And no you can’t see it, so no point staring at my neck the next time you see me. Mind you, it would make a change from my breasts so knock yourself out.) It was a very stressful and painful experience. Not painful at the time, but painful afterwards. I have some internal bruising in my neck which makes it difficult to yawn, sneeze or cough, which is an arse because I enjoy yawning. It’s like a mini workout for my head.

It’s our chief exec’s last day tomorrow and luckily I’m working from home because I think it will be a very sad day indeed. He didn’t want presents but we had a whip round anyway and have raised several hundred pound which we’re donating to his favourite charity, cancer research.

This weekend, my partner is hopefully going shopping to spend her birthday money! And on Sunday I’m taking a friend to see Wasps take on Sale Sharks at Adams Park. And hopefully, England will stuff Italy!

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Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Jury service

I just got home and saw a pile of mail. The last one I opened had Her Majesty's Court Service as a return address. What the...?, I thought. When I opened it and saw a pink letter with the word Summons in big letters, I almost had heart failure. Especially as a dylexic because it actually says, Jury Summons but I read it as July Summons! What have I done I started to wail, until I read the letter properly...

How exciting though, I've never been called for jury service - in fact no one I know has! I feel very important!

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Housing nazis

Labour Minister Caroline Flint has hit the news for saying, if you want to keep your council house, get a job… or words to that effect. As if it were that simple. People all over our fair land are right now sitting in their council homes, slapping their foreheads and shouting, A JOB! Of course!

There were those that supported her and those that thought what she said was inappropriate, short sighted and damaging and has only added fuel to the stereotype that people in council housing are bludging off the state and expecting something for nothing.

As someone who works in housing I know there are a significant minority of people who want something for bugger all. They are actually working. Unfortunately what they’re working is the system. They are adept at making sure they get what they want and claiming every benefit there is and yes, it does stick in your throat. Frankly to see them lose their council home wouldn’t make me lose any sleep (in fact, I even volunteer to break the news to them...) Able of body and of mind, they make a conscious choice to not work and instead waste their lives in a haze of cheap alcohol and cigarettes and no ambition. (To be fair, that does also describe my days at university…)

However, there is a significant majority of people that are in social housing for all the ‘right’ reasons and this idea that everyone needs to get a job in the next five minutes or we’re making you homeless is ludicrous and the impact on people that genuinely need help would be devastating.

We have funny ideas about work; for example we don’t value the work of carers at all, despite them saving the economy quite literally millions of pounds a year. Having someone in a residential facility with trained staff can cost tax payers thousands a week, someone staying at home - in a council home - to care for a loved one can cost just several hundred pound a week, not to mention affording the person being cared for privacy, dignity and quality of life just by being in their own home, being looked after by someone they love.

We either see disabled people as not being able to work at all, or needing to work in exactly the same way as able-bodied people. Whilst some people do indeed fall into those categories, there is no middle ground and so there is often no effective and appropriate support for people that do want to work but need to work in a way that is right for them. Therefore disabled people that are vulnerable, for example, become more and more isolated.

We declare that training and education will get people back into work, and then place strange and frankly archaic limitations on what training people can do (we won’t pay for that… if it’s over a certain number of hours we’ll cut your benefit… no we can’t help with course materials…) and the same for volunteering! Volunteering also saves the economy millions a year, but yes, you’ve guessed it: if you volunteer over a set number of hours each week you can have your benefit cut! So much for the training, work experience, life skills, personal development and confidence that volunteering can give you…

Or in other words, we don’t value it, we don’t value you and because you are not actively seeking to train, gain work experience, life skills, personal development and confidence we also despise you… have a shitty day…

Here’s the thing, why not just have stronger and more effective enforcement for those that abuse the system? We don’t need pointless, ill thought out and misguided rhetoric (whoops, there goes politics…), we need action. We need to know that when people need help they can get it, and when people lie or cheat, there are the staff and resources available to target them swiftly and effectively and do something about it without endless bureaucracy and procrastination.

You might say, hang on! Isn’t that what Caroline Flint was saying? I don’t think so. In my humble opinion what she was doing was issuing blanket threats, stirring up the idea that everyone that relies on the state in some way is well, dirty. She thinks it will save money but it won’t. I’ve been unemployed, in fact I’ve been made redundant twice now, and I’ve needed help. When I signed on, nobody really checked I was looking for work (in fact when I told the advisor I had applied for 11 jobs in one week he was rather surprised and seemed a bit confused as to why I would go to all that trouble!) So how are those same bored and badly trained staff going to enforce this new police state…?

You know, half of this would be avoided by the insistence of common sense and flexibility. Put a senior advisor into each job centre who would act as moderator on all the cases that were borderline, get them to make a fair judgement on cases where clearly, that person is doing all they can to better themselves and to get back to work. So if they are volunteering or training, but it somehow impinges on some rule written in 1846, get the advisor to use their common sense and make the judgement to support that person rather than kicking them when they’re down.

I'm not saying it's easy, but politicians are supposed to be capable and bright; adept at finding the right solutions to difficult problems and they are supposed to care about 'we the people'. I say we bring in a new law with immediate effect, politicians found to be useless lying bigoted toads must be made homeless immediately. They can apply for council housing but unfortunatley it's full of people who wanted to work but were prevented from doing so thanks to social prejudice and lack of practical support...

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Sunday, February 03, 2008

Sorted


This weekend we’re sorting. Which I know doesn’t sound very exciting but so far it’s been fun. I guess it’s a bit like going to the gym (not that I’ve been there for a while), it’s difficult to get motivated to go in the first place, when you do go it’s not as bad as you thought, and the sense of satisfaction afterwards is enormous! Our ‘problem area’ was the cupboard under the stairs. For a large flat we don’t have that much storage and it was becoming more and more scary. When the cleaner began to express a desire not to get the hoover out anymore, because she was fed up with being caught in a landslide of stuff, we knew we had to do something...

So yesterday I cooked a lovely breakfast - every weekend we make the effort to have really nice breakfasts; pancakes with fresh fruit and maple syrup which my partner does, or a full English which I do! – and this prepared us for the task at hand.

We’re still not done, we have the kitchen and outside cupboard still to do as well as tidying up the mess we’ve made. But we’ve done well so far! The cupboard looks fabulous (can a cupboard look fabulous?!). My partner put some shelves in there and everything is tidy and organised! A miracle! We’ve also thrown out LOADS and I’ve decided to do a car boot, because I quite enjoyed the last one I did and we can put the money in the wedding fund – and if you don’t make much, you haven’t lost much either and you can just take it all down the charity shop. We’re being quite ruthless as well: books, CD’s, DVD’s, clothes, electrical, bags, kitchen stuff etc., etc. There are three rules, do I love this thing, do I use this thing, can I replace this thing? If something is special it stays and if something is used (or re-read/listened to/watched) even if not very often, it can stay as well, and finally the last rule means that if we do chuck something that we later find we need, can it be replaced?

Why this is also exciting is because it’s in preparation for when we eventually move. Have you noticed, you move, and as you unpack you sort stuff out and then throw loads of things away? Well we want to do that before we move. Why lug stuff 300 miles away if you don’t have to.

So whilst I may not have lost weight this weekend what with breakfast, cake, rhubarb crumble and the Sunday roast I’m cooking later, our home is a lot more streamlined!

I even managed to watch the rugby yesterday although I wish I hadn’t. What a way to start the championship by giving Wales victory on a plate?

PS. The picture has absolutely nothing to do with anything I've been blogging about, but I just thought it was so damn cute...

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Saturday, February 02, 2008

Six nations

Gutted...

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Six nations

COME ON ENGLAND!

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