I slept like a log to begin with last night - I didn't
hear littlun at all. Presumably she slept too? Mind you I was wide awake at
half past four. I got up, made toast and watched another episode of "Poldark"
in which George was feeling Elizabeth's loss keenly. So keenly that he went a
bit doolally. Poor George.
I got myself ready for work and set off to find the car. It was where I'd left
it last night a couple of streets away. As I drove the pundits on the
radio were talking about how the government has changed
the immigration laws so
that if anyone enters the UK illegally then they can't get UK citizenship ever.
Will that deter those coming across in boats? We shall see.
And the head honcho of the metropolitan police wasn't
happy that the courts have decided that failing the vetting required to be a
copper isn't
grounds to sack one. Apparently there are twenty-nine
coppers who are that bad that they wouldn't get a job as a copper if they
applied today, but now they are in, they are in for life.
I got to work a bit early, made a cuppa and got Wordle
on the fourth attempt. My phone presented me (via a
"memories" app) with a photo from a walk I went on with my Fudge
seven years ago when he and Sid were doing "dog piggy-backs".
I miss those silly dogs.
I also emailed the Scout Association asking what being
a group chairman actually involves. When I was asked to be a leader (all
those years ago) I was told it would only be one hour a week. It was
actually over two hours on meeting night, another evening each week on
preparation for the meeting night and often another evening a week on top of
that on meetings. At least one entire weekend day a month was spent on some
activity or other. We had three long weekends away every year, and a week-long
camp - and all the preparation that went with that. And by the time I realised
this, it was too late to back out.
I've got more time on my hands these days, but I'm a
tad older, more tired, and nowhere near as patient as I used to be. If I'm
going to be group chairman I'd like to know exactly what is involved before I
commit to anything.
"My bit" at work today involved being on the haemostasis bench
, and had a minor issue with an instrument adjusting its thermals. You wouldn't
think a state-of-the-art coagulometer wore long johns would you?
By the time I went home my little section had
processed over one hundred blood samples. It wasn't that long ago when a
similar section in another hospital where I once worked had six such samples in
one day and the boss sent a formal memorandum telling all the medics and wards
that they were over-using the service and should be more judicious in that
which they were requesting.
How times change.
The Scout Association’s support centre manager has
emailed me back with a load of what I can only describe as management
catchphrases. Pages and pages of words which mean absolutely
nothing to me.
I’d like to help what I still see as “my” scout
group, but what I think they need is someone who takes “management bollox”
seriously. I shall ask scouting friends and see what they think.
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