I just can't stop fiddling. I promised myself, when I came back to Blogger that, this time, I would not continually ruin the template with 'experiements' that didn't work. No, I would keep it simple.
Today, I have added Haloscan comments (see previous post) and now.............ladies and gentlemen, for your delight and delectation..............music!
If you don't like my choice - tough! There is an option to switch it off but it had to be something school-related, didn't it?
And anyway, I like it, so there!
Haloscan comments
For anyone without a Blogger account who wishes to comment on my blog, I have now installed the Haloscan comment system - so you have NO EXCUSE!!! :)
Women's brains
Keith expresses the opinion every now and then that women's brains are smaller and therefore less effective than men's. You may wonder why he is still around to tell the tale (and no, his broken ankle is not the end result!) but we women can rise above such insults. We don't need to let such obvious misapprehensions bother us.
But we can get our own back .................read on!
When Lawrence found out he was going to inherit a fortune when his sickly father died, he decided he needed a woman to enjoy it with. So one evening he went to a singles bar where he spotted the most beautifulwoman he had ever seen. Her natural beauty took his breath away.
"I may look like just an ordinary man," he said as he walked up to her "but in just a week or two, my father will die, and I'll inherit 5 million pounds."
Impressed, the woman went home with him that evening and, three days later, she became his stepmother.
Women are so much smarter than men.....
But we can get our own back .................read on!
When Lawrence found out he was going to inherit a fortune when his sickly father died, he decided he needed a woman to enjoy it with. So one evening he went to a singles bar where he spotted the most beautifulwoman he had ever seen. Her natural beauty took his breath away.
"I may look like just an ordinary man," he said as he walked up to her "but in just a week or two, my father will die, and I'll inherit 5 million pounds."
Impressed, the woman went home with him that evening and, three days later, she became his stepmother.
Women are so much smarter than men.....
Medical Humour
Sent to me by Elder Daughter. She said it would appeal to my sense of humour. Not sure what to make of that as she is never very complimentary about it. :)NHS Dentists? Coming here?
I was in the chemist's this morning and my eye fell on a leaflet inviting people to send their details to the Local Health Board if they wish to have access to an NHS dentist as a new dental care company is shortly to be offering its services around here. (The idea of sending in a form is to avoid the politically embarrassing queues filmed some months ago in mid-Wales, of course, but I digress.)
There was a website address on the form, which I looked at tonight and, whilst browsing, I chanced upon a vacancy for an assistant planning officer. So I thought I would take a look - only idle curiosity, you understand. Below is the job description:
Wrexham Local Health Board is looking for a highly motivated and enthusiastic person to work as part of the LHB Planning Team.
The Post: An exciting opportunity has arisen to work in LHB Development and Performance Directorate at the Wrexham Local Health Board. You will assist the Commissioning & Performance Manager to manage the Local Health Board and Partners ‘Hearts & Minds Project’. The role will involve joint working and service development in support of the project. You will also support broader commissioning & development work within the directorate. This post will provide an excellent opportunity to gain valuable experience of working in the challenging environment of health services planning.
Well, I'm not a serious contender for the job, but what I would really love to know is.............
What the hell does it mean???
There was a website address on the form, which I looked at tonight and, whilst browsing, I chanced upon a vacancy for an assistant planning officer. So I thought I would take a look - only idle curiosity, you understand. Below is the job description:
Wrexham Local Health Board is looking for a highly motivated and enthusiastic person to work as part of the LHB Planning Team.
The Post: An exciting opportunity has arisen to work in LHB Development and Performance Directorate at the Wrexham Local Health Board. You will assist the Commissioning & Performance Manager to manage the Local Health Board and Partners ‘Hearts & Minds Project’. The role will involve joint working and service development in support of the project. You will also support broader commissioning & development work within the directorate. This post will provide an excellent opportunity to gain valuable experience of working in the challenging environment of health services planning.
Well, I'm not a serious contender for the job, but what I would really love to know is.............
What the hell does it mean???
GTC again
I have been registered (compulsorily) with the GTC since its inception a few years ago but now that I am living in Wales, I pay my fee to the Welsh version and am registered with them but because I work at times in Cheshire, I have continued to be registered with the GTCE (English one). So, when I changed my name in the summer, I informed the Welsh council, sent then a copy of the deed poll and that was that. With GTCE however it was (wouldn't you know?) different. I had a form to fill in, to be signed by the signatory of my deed poll, who duly signed it and then noticed, in very small print, that it had to be signed by a current member of the GTC. Stuff that, I thought, bravely. I am sending this as it stands, and they can sit on a pin!
Well, it took them 2 months to begin to process my name change and realise that I hadn't played by the rules, which led them to return all the paperwork, plus a 'jobsworth' covering letter informing me that I had been a naughty girl. As I am already a member of the GTC and have done nothing more drastic than change my name (deed poll = official and legal proof) I decided to ring them and point out that I had not changed my sex/parachuted in from outer space/had a personality change or face transplant and why, if the proof I had furnished was good enough for the Welsh Council, was it not good enough for them?
(A friend suggested writing to Tony Blair, congratulating him on the wonderful concept of the GTC and bemoaning the fact that it was being undermined by unnecessary beaurocracy but I decided against it on the grounds that nothing would induce me to communicate with that man.)
The outcome of yesterday's conversation, with a very pleasant, reasonable young man was as follows:
Oh yes, we know that it's not always feasible to get the signature of a GTC member and we can manage without it so if you send everything back I'll sort it for you.
Which is very nice but begs the question, Why, then, do you insist on it in the first place?
I didn't even ask why it had taken 2 months to even begin to deal with it. Let sleeping dogs lie, I thought...........
I wrote the above post on my other blog at the end of December. A few weeks later there was a re-run of the whole scene when someone sent me another form to fill in and I had another conversation with the pleasant young man who had promised to sort things out for me. Since then, I had heard nothing, until today.
Today I had a letter asking me for this year's fee (Remember, I pay my fee to Wales now) and addressed, yes, you've guessed it, to my former name. So I wrote this letter to the nice lady whose name was at the bottom of the request:
Dear Ms A*******,
I am returning the request for payment for this year’s membership of the GTC. As I have already informed your office last year, I live in Wales and work for Wrexham as well as Cheshire so opted to pay my fee to the Welsh Council, although obviously I still need to retain membership of the GTC in England.
The second point you need to be aware of is that my surname is now A*****, not C******* and I have sent the required documentation to that effect to you last year. I also had protracted correspondence and phone calls with your colleague **********, as you will see from the copy of my letter to him and no doubt, from your records.
I am at a loss to know why my change of details should result in this complete inability of the GTC to accept it but should I be required to go through the whole process yet again, I fear I could experience a resultant rise in blood pressure! Life is too short!
Yours sincerely,
J********** AXXXXXXXXX
Well, it took them 2 months to begin to process my name change and realise that I hadn't played by the rules, which led them to return all the paperwork, plus a 'jobsworth' covering letter informing me that I had been a naughty girl. As I am already a member of the GTC and have done nothing more drastic than change my name (deed poll = official and legal proof) I decided to ring them and point out that I had not changed my sex/parachuted in from outer space/had a personality change or face transplant and why, if the proof I had furnished was good enough for the Welsh Council, was it not good enough for them?
(A friend suggested writing to Tony Blair, congratulating him on the wonderful concept of the GTC and bemoaning the fact that it was being undermined by unnecessary beaurocracy but I decided against it on the grounds that nothing would induce me to communicate with that man.)
The outcome of yesterday's conversation, with a very pleasant, reasonable young man was as follows:
Oh yes, we know that it's not always feasible to get the signature of a GTC member and we can manage without it so if you send everything back I'll sort it for you.
Which is very nice but begs the question, Why, then, do you insist on it in the first place?
I didn't even ask why it had taken 2 months to even begin to deal with it. Let sleeping dogs lie, I thought...........
I wrote the above post on my other blog at the end of December. A few weeks later there was a re-run of the whole scene when someone sent me another form to fill in and I had another conversation with the pleasant young man who had promised to sort things out for me. Since then, I had heard nothing, until today.
Today I had a letter asking me for this year's fee (Remember, I pay my fee to Wales now) and addressed, yes, you've guessed it, to my former name. So I wrote this letter to the nice lady whose name was at the bottom of the request:
Dear Ms A*******,
I am returning the request for payment for this year’s membership of the GTC. As I have already informed your office last year, I live in Wales and work for Wrexham as well as Cheshire so opted to pay my fee to the Welsh Council, although obviously I still need to retain membership of the GTC in England.
The second point you need to be aware of is that my surname is now A*****, not C******* and I have sent the required documentation to that effect to you last year. I also had protracted correspondence and phone calls with your colleague **********, as you will see from the copy of my letter to him and no doubt, from your records.
I am at a loss to know why my change of details should result in this complete inability of the GTC to accept it but should I be required to go through the whole process yet again, I fear I could experience a resultant rise in blood pressure! Life is too short!
Yours sincerely,
J********** AXXXXXXXXX
And yes, I am going to post it - first thing tomorrow! I shall be taking bets on the likely outcome.
The grabber
"Could you buy me one of those grabber things that you can use to pick things up when you're in a wheelchair, please?" Keith asked me the other day.
So I did. I might have known he'd be a pest with it.
He has discovered that he can't pick his nose with it.
He's working on it!
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