Updates from April, 2010

  • dodman 3:15 pm on 30/04/2010 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    Yes Minister 

    According to the BBC:

    On Planet Greece some civil servants get a bonus for turning up to work on time. Foresters get a bonus for working outdoors. At least they show up.

    There are civil servants called ghost workers because they never go into the office, head to a second job and still claim a state salary. They can’t get sacked, because a civil service post is for life. Unless the incumbent decides to retire in his or her forties, with a pension.

    And the government can continue paying for the afterlife. Unmarried and divorced daughters of civil servants are entitled to collect their dead parents pensions. Another lucrative sinecure is to belong to a state committee. The government has no idea how many there are.

    It has been estimated that they have 10,000 employees and cost nearly £200m a year, and that includes the committee to manage a lake that dried up 80 years ago.

     
  • slightly 7:46 pm on 26/04/2010 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    Last night as I was about to engage in a prolonged snuggle with my beloved I got a call from my old work, they had called the police and were unable to handle a mental health patient who was weilding a knife and marching round the property.

    How, you may ask did I use my quite literally several years experience to ahem, “de-escalate” the situation?

    Answer… I promised not to move his favourite chair in the kitchen, correctly identified it as the one on the back left of the table, describing in detail the small brown mark on the top at the back and again, promised not to move it.

    Job done.

    Just another ordinary day in the ordinary life of an underpaid mental health bank support worker/ community recovery worker/ community well being bank worker…

    It’s a tough job, but somebo… (you know the rest)

     
  • dodman 2:13 pm on 26/04/2010 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    Shed construction 

    In the beginning:

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    Halfway

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    Stop for triple coffee:

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    The end of the truckle:

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    Fried rind:

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    Finished:

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    Polystyrene tower destined for tip:

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    Six stare wood store added:

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    Breakfast the day after: toast, butter and marmalade:

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    Alternative breakfast: buckwheat groats.

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  • decoy 10:35 am on 24/04/2010 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

     
  • dodman 9:30 pm on 18/04/2010 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    Stating the obvious 

    Robert Preston says:

    “Airline executives and engineers want to know why they can’t be given permission to fly at 20,000 feet, below the ash cloud, till the cloud clears.”

    Indeed.

     
  • dodman 8:53 pm on 17/04/2010 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    Flowers are nice 

    INDOORS:

    OUTDOORS:

     
  • dodman 1:08 pm on 12/04/2010 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    Rockmeddlar Todd 

    He had his scheme of life worked out to a fine point. About once a month he would take three days writing a few poems; the other three hundred and twenty-nine days of the year he rested. I didn’t know there was enough money in poetry to support a chappie, even in the way in which Rocky lived; but it seems that, if you stick to exhortations to young men to lead the strenuous life and don’t shove in any rhymes, American editors fight for the stuff. Rocky showed me one of his things once. It began:

    Be!
    Be!
    The past is dead.
    To-morrow is not born.
    Be to-day!
    To-day!
    Be with every nerve,
    With every muscle,
    With every drop of your red blood!
    Be!

    It was printed opposite the frontispiece of a magazine with a sort of scroll round it, and a picture in the middle of a fairly-nude chappie, with bulging muscles, giving the rising sun the glad eye. Rocky said they gave him a hundred dollars for it, and he stayed in bed till four in the afternoon for over a month.

     
  • carotte 6:09 pm on 11/04/2010 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    Two days in December 

    Hot Day:

    Cold Day:

     
  • dodman 8:48 pm on 10/04/2010 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    On our bikes around Billingshurst on a balmy Saturday afternoon 

    A wayside stall:

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    Struggling through a mire:

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    Mire coated feet and wheels:

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  • dodman 2:48 pm on 07/04/2010 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  

    Easter 

    The boys:

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    The girls:

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    Giant stile:

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    Lunch at Mown Meadows:

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    Egg hunt:

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