Outside, the sky is yellow and hazy. It’s not pleasant, but it is probably a fitting end to a day that included a new British temperature record (40.3 degrees C in Lincolnshire, an increase of 0.1 degrees on the record set at Heathrow in the middle of the day.)
I used Tesco Whoosh to order groceries when Julia cam home after work. They had run out of ice cream but they did have ice, beer and cream cakes. They don’t all appear in the recommended ways to combat the heat, but if that’s what she wants, that’s what I order. Having spent most of my day inside, I didn’t need beer, but the ice, when placed near the living room fan, worked well. And the cake – a cream slice, was nice and cool too.
The rest of the day was mixed. I sent a group of tanka off to the British Haiku Society Anthology editor yesterday and had notification of acceptance today. He chose the one i had been least happy with, but that’s life. It was a bit of a cheat because members are guaranteed to have one accepted. However, I’m in a slump and wanted (a) a success and (b) one more acceptance to make it number 100. Now I’ve reached the 100 mark I am going to give up counting. It seems like a milestone but really it’s just a number, and no indication of quality.
This was slightly marred by the interview I listened to last night where a writer said that publication doesn’t seem as important after the “first 1,000”. I doubt I could write 1,000 good poems.
I had a phone call on the land line. It didn’t ring long and I missed it. Same thing happened twenty minutes later. I counted the rings – seven. Who rings a landline and quits after seven rings. Who rings a landline apart from nuisance callers? The answer to that is The National Health Service. Despite knowing that I work and prefer contact via my mobile at least one of them prefers to use the land line for purposes of security and clarity of connection. Practicality and my preferences have no part in the process.
I contacted the Treatment Centre and was told they had tried to contact me twice and I would now have to make another appointment. I explained that they had hardly let the phone ring, and that they knew I preferred contact by mobile as I am rarely home, but the answer was still the same. It’s the results of my chest X-Ray, which I need before I can start my new arthritis treatment. That has all had to be put back two weeks because someone is too lazy to use their notes or let a phone ring. You’d think that having tried the land line they would have tried the mobile number.
Then, having waited for the phone appointment that never came, I was free to ring the Court about getting permission to use a taxi to court for my jury service. They don’t have parking for people with mobility problems, and bus/tram isn’t practical for various reasons.
I opened my email to get the phone number, but found I had another email from the court. They have written to the Jury Summoning Bureau to have me excused from serving. It seems there will be quite a bit of walking in the court and (the real reason, I feel) they don’t generally pay for taxis, despite mentioning it in the documentation.
Looks like I’m officially a cripple now,and not required to do my civic duty. Not sure whether I’m happy or not. I was looking forward to seeing how the system worked, but I am relieved I won’t have to spend two weeks sitting listening to lawyers twisting words. I’m now considering whether to become an advocate for disabled rights – are disabled people to be excluded from their civic duty because it’s inconvenient for the court?
Congratulations on 100 acceptances! Even if you feel it is a cheat, milestones are important.
It’s nice to feel I can sit back, having established a consistent body of work. I’m now going to try to give up counting.
In my county, I believe accommodations are made for the disabled who wish to serve.
I thought that was the case here too, but it seems not.
Phew, what a story! We don’t have a landline anymore. Didn’t feel we needed it, and it was just an unnecessary expense. But congratulations for having 100 poems published. That is an accomplishment, and you should feel proud of it.
Thank you. I am quietly happy about it, but now need to write better poetry. Always something . . .
Perhaps they need to be told how long it takes you to reach the phone.
I have told them more than once. But they know best . . .
I use my landline a lot. I don’t really like mobile phones. I might give up after seven rings as I might feel that I am crying in the wilderness by that time. I was always taught that it is polite to answer a phone before the fifth ring and that has stayed with me.
I aim for three rings,at work, but it is on my desk. I answer when I can at home, but it takes me nine or ten to get there. Not a question of manners, more of mobility. However, for the NHS ringing people who are slow or ill, or in the garden, or even at work, leaving it ringing long enough seems more practical, and using the mobile cuts out a lot of hassle.
I would say that you are quite right about that. When i ring our aged neighbour Margaret, I let it ring for a long time.
Yes, when people who know us ring they let it ring for long enough for us to get there. We used to have two phones downstairs but took one out as we stopped using the landline so much. probably a bad decision. 🙂