There have been good things this week. I shall list some of them so you don’t think I’m a total curmudgeon.
I finished my writing project and have now sent it to test readers to await their verdict, due to the fact I still have no perspective on it whatsoever.
I am making great headway with my period related project. More of this next week.
I booked tickets to see Elbow (swoon) and The Human League (retro swoon).
I got Derek to the V E T with minimal altercations and without blood loss for all parties concerned. She had her vaccinations. Hopefully we will not see the V E T again for twelve months, cat deity willing.
Oscar’s first parent’s evening of Year 5 was a success and I like his teacher. We may be able to reduce the hours spent under the stairs…and the thrashings. That’s just for the teacher.
Tallulah joined guides, voluntarily. I feel that this is a tick in the competent parenting box. I am not sure why. I am also slightly worried about it. Again, I am not entirely sure why. Perhaps because it’s quite conformist. I’m not used to this. Maybe I’m concerned it will be Catholicism all over again. Please don’t make me accompany her to wood crafting sessions.
I am almost up to date with reviewing commitments and paperwork. Cue a tsunami of new things to do.
I have looked my bank account in the eye and done grown up things with direct debits and talking to bank tellers and I have not cried one bit. I have done quite a lot of teeth grinding.
I have bought presents and cards for the two parties Oscar is going to this weekend. I have remembered where all children are supposed to be and organised myself accordingly for an entire week.
In bigger news, I attended a meeting with NHS England and our Clinical Commissioning Group this week in which our community campaign group finally had their complaints about the closure of our GP surgery and the impact it had and continues to have taken seriously. There are plans to change some aspects of how patient/CCG/GP relationships are handled in future. There were also apologies. This may seem trivial to those of you who have never come up against the NHS before, but this is nothing short of miraculous.
Having said that, the NHS is still a screaming fire ball hurtling towards sure and certain destruction and there is no doubt in my mind that were we to be having this meeting, say, this time next year, I’d probably be across the table from Richard Branson rather than anyone in a public service capacity.
There are also things that are annoying the living crap out of me. To whit:
I woke up this morning with a huge spot, the size of Guernsey, just glowering on my middle aged chin. I am also full of snot and going around honking like a goose. It is not a look, or a sound I aspire to.
Vodafone have still not sorted out the problem with my account. I eagerly await the inevitable moment when they cut me off again, and/or them sending the bailiffs round for a supposed £530 bill that I do not owe them, and even they seem to be at a loss to understand, despite the fact that they generated it.
My bank cocking up this morning and informing me that I have been paying £33 a month to Sky TV for a service we haven’t had since last September, when in fact they just read their own paperwork wrongly. We only found this out after I spent a frustrating hour on the phone to Sky to try and find out where a year’s worth of payments had gone to. Still, I take back none of the frankly scurrilous things I thought about Rupert Murdoch.
I cancelled my Labour party membership today. I thought I’d done it a few months ago, but it turns out I just ripped up my membership card in a fit of pique and this does not count, because they don’t know that. Curse them. So I called up today to cancel it officially and the woman on the end of the phone could not have been less interested. She did not ask me why I was cancelling, or what they could do to make me stay (even the guy at The Times asked me that when I cancelled my subscription this morning). She even told me I could apply to them for a refund for the remainder of my fees.
This one, short and deeply unsatisfying call has really epitomised why I am choosing to leave the party after such a brief sojourn. It amply demonstrates all the shits they could not give about the ordinary voters/members. I tried to talk about this to a local councillor the other day and he was utterly dismissive of my belief that the party needs to focus on what its voters and supporters want. Apparently they know that, and I’m just not getting it. And there you have it. In a nutshell.
I remembered to cancel it properly this week because I am so utterly unimpressed with Labour’s inability to seize the day when it’s literally handed to them on a plate with trimmings. They did it after the Referendum, when instead of uniting and gathering the support of what was rapidly becoming the largest party in Europe to become a strong force to oppose the Tories they decided to have a massive playground spat. Now, in the week we have turned into brown shirt central and are encoding racism in our fundamental, daily legislation and turning our back on human rights, they’re doing it again.
As the pound continues to drop and racism continues to rise, while schools are asking what nationality the children are, presumably for when the purges start, I watch them fiddle while Rome burns and ask myself what the bloody point is.