Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
Keep up the fight!
I have just been reading this article on an Irish rural act of defiance. There are quite a few peat boglands in Ireland where turf is cut and used as fuel, as it has been for centuries, but now, of course, we are in the 21st century and such activities are regarded as being bad for the environment.
I am not arguing the pros or cons for this, but what lifted my heart when I read this article was the fact that, somewhere in Ireland, the 'little people' (no pun intended) are standing up to the powers that be, and all the better for it being the EU.
Excellent, I thought. Bring it on! There should be more of it. The EU interferes far too much in our daily lives, often with negative consequences and these peat farmers are making it clear that they want to reclaim the right to do what they have always done with their own land.
I am not arguing the pros or cons for this, but what lifted my heart when I read this article was the fact that, somewhere in Ireland, the 'little people' (no pun intended) are standing up to the powers that be, and all the better for it being the EU.
Excellent, I thought. Bring it on! There should be more of it. The EU interferes far too much in our daily lives, often with negative consequences and these peat farmers are making it clear that they want to reclaim the right to do what they have always done with their own land.
"They think it's all about money and that they can buy us off. They can't. This is about our rights to use our land as we wish," says parliamentarian Luke Flanagan.
Whatever the rights and wrongs of turf cutting, I am right behind their fight against the ever-intrusive powers of the EU.
Travelling
Today, I braved the heat to head south to Bristol to see Dad and bring him back to north Wales for a week or so. Hopefully, we'll be doing that tomorrow. Meanwhile, Elder Daughter and Husband have bravely, or maybe foolhardily, set off for Cornwall. They will no doubt be accompanied by millions of families, whose children have been released from school for the next six weeks, so rather them than me.
Elsewhere, Younger Daughter, who has also been released from school, along with all her pupils, will tomorrow be zipping off from Newcastle to Liverpool.
The best bit will be that we will get to meet up with Younger Daughter on Monday or Wednesday (she hasn't decided yet) for lunch and Elder Daughter and Husband will be staying with us on Friday, having done a detour on the way home from Cornwall to Sheffield.
Let's hope the heat and humidity are a little more bearable by then!
Monday morning
Monday morning and Jake, who had seemed under the weather since the previous evening, showed himself to be definitely on the ill side. In the early morning he had been sick and was doing the sick doggie things like licking his lips, panting and generally flopping about like a rag doll.
So once again, the help of health professionals needed to be sought and the experience was a little different to Sunday's.
8.30am a phone call to the vet's, answered immediately, produced an appointment to see the vet at 9.10am.
9.08am Jake and I are sitting in the comfortable, spacious waiting room, having been 'checked in' as soon as we arrived. There are three receptionist/clerical staff visible at the desk, all gainfully employed.
9.11am we are ushered into an air-conditioned consulting room by a very nice vet, who proceeds to examine Jake and listen to my account of what has happened so far.
Jake is given an anti-biotic injection and we are asked to wait in the waiting room while the vet prepares the rest of his treatment.
By 9.40am we have his medication, full instructions on how to administer it, have paid the bill and are on our way home.
Sunday morning
By this morning, yesterday's swelling around my right wrist, due, I assumed, to an insect bite or sting, had progressed further up my arm. I debated whether or not to hang on till tomorrow morning and go to the GP or go to A&E today and get a diagnosis and treatment. A&E won.
When we arrived, I noticed there is now an out of hours GP service (OOH as it is known, apparently) and rang the bell as invited. The basic message there was that, unless I had made an appointment (How? Where?), I had no chance and I should see the receptionist for A&E. So, I stood behind a man in his seventies with an obviously bad leg who was balancing against the desk and we waited... and waited ... for at least ten minutes. Even the cleaner became concerned and assured us there would be someone there any minute. The receptionist finally appeared with much smiling and joking and took our details. Would the man in front like a wheelchair? He demurred but she commandeered a porter (very fortunate timing there) and he duly wheeled the man across to the opposite wall. Eventually, he was called for triage. He was on his own, so he struggled out of his wheelchair and limped slowly across the several yards to the waiting nurse. As he reached her she, having watched him making his painful journey, then said, "Oh, would you like a wheelchair?"
Eventually, I too was triaged and later again, seen by a very nice doctor and prescribed antibiotics.
The general belief these days is that at weekends, there is more or less a skeleton staff in hospitals, so don't get ill then - wait till a weekday. What I saw this morning was plenty of staff, both in A&E and in and around the pharmacy, none of whom showed any sense of urgency whatsoever. I'm talking wandering up and down corridors in small groups, chatting and laughing, drinking cans of coke and having two or three people doing jobs which patently should only take one.
I have been at outpatients departments at that hospital and had a couple of small operations there and not had any complaints, so I would not wish to tar everyone with the same brush. My most recent experience of day surgery in April was second to none and the care and attention of the staff couldn't have been better. I have also had other experiences which left something to be desired and so has Keith. It seems that the Pareto Principle is alive and well in this hospital and probably in most others, loosely translated as 20% of staff doing 80% of the work and it does not inspire confidence to realise that the way one is treated is likely to be a bit of a lottery.
However, to return to our A&;E, if the staff on duty this morning had been working with any reasonable degree of energy and interest, we would all have been seen and treated in half the time. After all, it was Sunday morning and there were only half a dozen of us there at any one time.
Betsi Cadwaladr Health Board is in trouble at present due to failings in management.
A letter to Direct Line
I am, to quote some TV sitcom that I vaguely remember seeing, a Woman on the Edge...
Let's see if I get any results from this letter. I certainly can't any other way.
Mr Darrell Evans,
Chief Customer Operator,
Direct Line Insurance,
Churchill Court,
Westmoreland Road,
Bromley.
BR1 1DP
Dear Mr Evans,
I am writing to you in the
hope that you may be able to use your influence to bring about a
statisfactory outcome to my extremely fraught dealings with Direct
Line Car Insurance, as I seem to be making no progress at all through
the normal channels.
At the end of April this
year I did some research in order to renew my car insurance, due at
the end of May and, having received a very reasonable quote from
Direct Line, decided to buy from them. I paid the total amount and
received the documents very quickly, in addition to a request for a
Proof of No Claims Bonus letter and proof that an imobiliser was
fitted to the vehicle. The NCB letter was duly dispatched and so was
the paperwork that I had about the immobiliser, which, in all my
forty years of driving, I have never before been asked for, I might
add. Noticing on that paperwork that the car's number plate had been
changed since the immobiliser was fitted (it is about 20 years old),
I also sent the car's log book so that the VIN number could be
checked as proof that this was indeed the same car.
As I had not had my
documents returned by the end of May, as promised in the letter
requesting them, I rang in early June to chase them up and was told
that they 'had only just been received' which I translate into
'Because they were sent early, they have only just made their way
onto our system' and I was told that they would be returned shortly.
Unfortunately, we are now in mid-July and I am still waiting, which I
presume means they are lost but that no-one is going to tell me so.
The other problem was that
the proof of immobiliser which I had sent was deemed to be
inadequate, as it was 'only the handbook for it'. If that is the
case, it would not have had the previous registration number on it
and VIN number on it. I was advised to take the car to a garage and
ask them to provide written proof of the presence of an immobiliser,
which I did. However, as the auto-electrician who provided the letter
does not have headed notepaper and there was no information about the
model of immobiliser on the actual immobiliser, this too was deemed
to be unacceptable, even though he was able to guarantee that an
immobiliser was fitted and working. Maybe if the documentation I
orginally sent could be returned to me, I would have the model
information and could provide it! (The conundrum of which comes
first, the chicken or the hen, springs to mind.)
Every time I ring Direct
Line, on an 0845 number, by the way, I am informed that 'We are
experiencing an unusually high volume of calls' and that my call will
be put in the dreaded queue. I might add that I have now found a way
of circumventing that. If I choose the 'cancel policy' option, I get
through to a living, speaking person straight away. A cynical person
might choose to interpret that in a decidedly non-favourable way.
The last person I spoke to
offered to open a complaint for me and did so, but I am still told I
need proof of the immobiliser, albeit the headed notepaper demand has
now been waived, and I STILL have not had my documents returned.
To add insult to injury, I
was then emailed with an online customer satisfaction questionnaire,
but it was concerning the lady with whom I last dealt. I had no
problem with her handling of my problems. My complaint is with the
fact that I have not had my documents returned and with the
difficulty, not to say expense, of contacting Direct Line.
At present, I am one
extremely dissatisfied customer and I am hoping that you will be able
to instigate some action on my behalf. I await your response and
thank you in advance.
Yours sincerely,
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