Nothing Much to Say

I’ve run out of things to say. I never thought that would happen.

Part 2 of yesterday’s post is on hold, because the day has failed to provide the necessary spark of inspiration. I could force it but I’d rather do it well.

This morning I had to confess to my sister that I had (a) lost a letter I was supposed to send to the accountant and (b) couldn’t find the electronic copy to download. So far my tenure as executor has not been marked by any degree of competence. Fortunately my sister is doing the actual work and I just have to sign things and look decorative.

Then I sent the surgery a copy of my driving license as they need photo ID to re-issue my NHS pass word, which has never actually worked. I got an email by return, asking for my email address so they could send the password.

Yes, that’s right.

It was followed moments later by a sheepish phone call – the supervisor had spotted what had happened and had forced the culprit to ring me and apologise. I thought it was funny and told her how we had once put the return address on the front of a parcel by accident – resulting in us sending a parcel to ourselves. Much hilarity ensued and we parted on good terms.

It rained most of the day, and was unseasonally cold, as a reminder that September is just around the corner.


I could do without that.

A customer with a 2.30 appointment rang to ask if he could come early, and I said yes because I was happy to increase my chances of picking Julia up on time. Of course, the plan went wrong. He stood round talking and left just after three, at which point my co-worker, and the Universe, seemed to slow down. The queue over the bridge was worse than usual and I was 20 minutes late picking her up.

I listened to an interesting radio programme on wildlife as I queued so it wasn’t a complete waste, though I didn’t tell Julia that.

The TESCO delivery service arrived half an hour early, but I can’t be bothered to talk about efficiency or their increased costs.

The school where Julia’s project is based has bullied its way into making MENCAP allow it access through the gardens so they can send their lower school in that way. This will be inconvenient in the morning when Julia is trying to set up, but worse in the afternoon when they will disrupt the routine of the group members. As a number of them are quite withdrawn and don’t adapt well to change we are hoping it doesn’t do too much damage.

The thing I most object to, though, is that the school got its way by a number of bullying tactics, including telling Julia they would refuse her access to water.

I’d like to alert the Press and repay the bullying by causing some stress but Julia, as usual, won’t take decisive action. That’s why bullies prosper. It’s also why bad management proliferates.

If bullies and useless, cowardly managers were tarred and feathered and secured to their own front gates with cable ties (not that I have planned any of this, just in case it ever comes to court) there would be a lot less of it about.

The old practice of hanging, drawing and quartering had a lot to recommend it., and I wouldn’t object to extending its use to delivery drivers who arrive too early.

The photo has nothing to do with the post. It’s a coin, believe it or not. It’s from Ghana, a country not normally associated with Ancient Egypt. Other issuers of coins of King Tut include the Isle of Man and the Cook Islands. They are much more famous for issuing novelty coins than they are for having Pyramids.


35 thoughts on “Nothing Much to Say

    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      Yes. The school refuse any compromise and Mencap gives her no support. The Headmaster seems to have no management skills, the caretaker is a petty tyrant and Julia’s boss has proved beyond doubt to be a jobsworth jellyfish of the highest order.

  1. derrickjknight

    Only you could begin a long post with “I’ve run out of things to say”. I had to reread that NHS password paragraph several times to get the point – wonderful.

      1. quercuscommunity Post author

        Logic may be needed in the world, but I feel the situation with the school caretaker requires a big man with a sharp sword. Though I know they don’t call it a sword – I just forget the name. 🙂

    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      He told her today, in front of a group of people, that he wasn’t going to talk to her about the arrangements as he now just talks to her boss. In my day we nicknamed our caretaker “Hitler”. They are all of a type.

      1. quercuscommunity Post author

        We were discussing this point today in the shop – one of the customers saying that he’d managed to pass his ex-employer in a shop without having to stop to talk – one advantage of wearing a mask. 🙂

  2. tootlepedal

    I have searched diligently in the corners of my mind for a comment that would be both sympathetic and encouraging but as I couldn’t find one, I won’t leave a comment today.


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