All Fur Coat And No Knickers! - Friday 11th June 2010

Two new houses have been built in Uley, right on the edge of the Millennium Green. 

They're not at all attractive, in fact quite timid designs really. But that's not what's so annoying. No, the thing that annoyed me was the size of the larger house. It's too big, squatting like a big, old Brahma hen amongst a flock of Bantams. Looks ridiculous. 

Also looks  as if they ran out of roof tiles, there's a definite mismatch there. 

The real horror here is, a house that should be on at least a third of an acre, has been squashed onto a TINY PLOT. Losing the garden area allowed enough space to SQUEEZE  in another house. Again, no room for a garden. And all this in what was a garden.

Grand houses in pauper sized gardens. Reminds me of  SANDBANKS in Dorset, all lined up, cheek by jowl along  the sea shore. Can't wait for all the rest of the houses along the edge of the Millennium Green to develop their gardens, so that we have a solid run of houses to admire as we stroll around the flower meadow. 

ALL FUR COAT AND NO KNICKERS

The Passage To India

I love The Passage To India, best curry in the area, and despite a member of their staff telling off my loved up friends for KISSING in the restaurant, it still rates with me.

SO WHY A SLOT IN WHINGER?

This is why:

Last weekend these leaflets were thrown into our garden. This is a common occurrence, happening most weekends to the houses at this end of  Nailsworth.  It's irritating. Those of us on the receiving end of this delinquency, tidy up and have done with it.
We're a long suffering bunch. 

However, it's getting silly, and is wasteful, and messy, and must be costing The Passage To India money to replace them. 


They probably think people are keen to have them and, as a result, top them up with more, as demand for them  appears to be increasing. I called in earlier this week to let them know what was going on and to suggest they put less out in future.

Today it was my neighbour's turn.

It was good to see less than usual, but ....

let's be frank: this is a mess.

I let The Passage To India know and a chap I'd seen before came to my neighbours. He refused to walk the few feet to my place. We discussed where to go with this in the future. He seemed to feel it wasn't really his problem.

Quite right  Passage To India,

 IT'S OUR PROBLEM

He went back to The Passage To India.

I  scooped up both lots of leaflets and returned them to the restaurant. In future I will do this every time this happens.

I AM, IN NO WAY, A LITTLE WOMAN - DON'T FEEL IT PLEASES ME TO BE PATRONIZED.


PS. Monday 28.6.10.  No more leaflets have been left out by The Passage To India since my whinge. It's made a great difference to the quality of my days off. Thank you, I am truly chuffed.

Doctors Receptionists, Nature or Nurture?

Popped into our surgery at the end of last week. Nothing serious.

The receptionist asked the usual opening questions as she stared at a hidden computer screen. All the while she made tapping sounds on the, equally well hidden, keyboard.

Oh, She muttered, There's nothing on your screen.

Am I dead? I asked her.

No. Um. I need to talk to a doctor. One moment please.

And with that, she stood up and walked away from the hatch, leaving me wondering if I even existed at all. She hadn't made eye contact once. If she had, she would have noticed me taking notes of our, now what shall I call it? Lets be charitable, just this once: conversation. She might also have spotted the big grin  on my face, caused in no small part by her complete lack of, now what shall I call this? Lets be charitable again, shall we: sense of  humour?

For some people the only human contact they get is at doctors. A sunny welcome is all many of us need to help us feel better. 

What does it cost?

*Interview time
*Training time
*Secret Shoppers time

Who knows? 

All I know is, she was rude. Not the most desirable trait in any member of staff, even less when front of house and dealing with often scared and vulnerable members of the public.

Get it sorted Prices MillSurgery.

Why are doctors receptionists so rude? ..... Link No1  Link No2  link No3

No Need

Why do some people feel it's OK to annoy me?

Got a letter today from Environmental Health. Not to say your house is a disaster, tidy it up. No. It was to say we've been using 'power tools for DIY garden clearance' ???? 

Not us gov. 

Even the DIY has been done using hand tools... apart from the 70 nor so holes I drilled in my 3 x 3 timber battens and the 5 passes I made to a metre long mock lintel. 

Who did it..... Who dobbed us in? 

 I can guess.

But what does it matter?

This is how I feel right now.

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New Tyre

Oh look WHAT A SURPRISE...... NOT!!!

Some twit has rolled one of those roadside tyres down into the wood.

THEN THERE WAS ONE

Pensile Road Tyres

The tail end of my walk takes me from the Avening Road to Pensile Road via the woods. It's always a lovely part of this early morning jaunt.

This morning a new vision greeted me as I got near the road.

That's odd, I thought.

OOO look, it's another one

Ahh, yet another. Now that's new.

Oh look the lazy git couldn't be assed to roll the last 2 tyres into the wood. The garage on Pensile Road, the one that does tyre fitting, you know, a 5 minute walk from here, said it would cost about a tenner to dispose of the 5 of them.  That's probably just about the extra we all pay each year on our council tax to have fly tippers rubbish cleared up.

Still it made a change from looking at my usual plants and wildlife. I said a CHANGE, not an improvement.

Driven to Rant

3 members of the science team were 'out', stuck in some far off place, having to extend their holiday whilst the rest of us cheerfully pick up the pieces.Until N.A.T.S. gives the sky the all clear (Ha HA), these folks are stranded over there, or, possibly, left to struggle overland back to dear old Blighty. Them and 150000 other planet destroying, hippy hating, emissions spewing, air travellers all suddenly realizing just how far away a SHORT HAUL flight really is, when it has to be retraced overland. 

Me, I didn't go anywhere over this 'holiday'. And, even if I did go anywhere, it wouldn't have involved the Devil that is flying. Nosiree, I'll drive everywhere instead. Gotta be for the best ...... hasn't it?