Monday, 25 January 2010

Smoky-drinky update.

It was a late smoky-drinky. Four a.m. I arrived home, somewhat 'tired' due to weight of Isle of Jura in me but at least the snow that fell on my way out hadn't taken hold. I didn't need the spiky stick after all.

The child stolen from the parents who want him is now back with the foster parents who don't want him. He's approaching three and is probably, by now, sufficiently confused and deranged to be electable. His disability means he still can't walk yet and despite the insistence of Socialist Services, the absence of his parents has made no difference to this.

Meanwhile his parents have been moved to a new, bigger council house in a different town, further from where their son is located because they have a family.

Now, we pay the council a lot of money in council tax. You'd think there would be enough in the coffers to employ at least one person with an IQ in double figures, wouldn't you?

I'm going to have to send them a diagram showing arse and elbow, I think. With instructions on telling the difference.

4 comments:

Obnoxio The Clown said...

I saw this and thought of you.

John R said...

No point in sending them a diagram unless you put on a postcard. There's probably no-one there with the nous to open an envelope unless they've done the training course and have the certificate in a nice frame on the wall.

Anonymous said...

Why send a diagram, Leggy? It’ll only confuse them still further. Just zip round to the local Social Services office and give their Director several short, sharp, but very hard, kicks in the – er – elbow.

Leg-iron said...

Obo- thanks for that. The Clarkson raises a few new points there.

John R - Elfin Safety wouldn't let them open envelopes unless they're padded to avoid paper cuts.

Anon - perhaps a few taps with a steel bar would allow a lesson to be learned? Our masters seem spectacularly incapable of learning any other way.

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