Grrrr. Almost three weeks now since I submitted my online complaint to the local council about the hideous temporary fencing all along the cliff top promenade opposite Wellington Crescent.
Since when, nothing. Zip. Nada. Not a sausage.
So today I've sent it again.
"Thank you for submitting your complaint or comment. You will receive a response within five working days from the Public Affairs unit," it chirpily responds after I press 'submit'.
Five working days, eh? Of course, silly me, it was in all the papers. I clean forgot that Thanet Council's Public Affairs Unit relocated to Uranus several months ago, and that each day there lasts the equivalent of 72 Earth days.
It's a simple mistake, really. Could have happened to anyone. I don't know what I was thinking of. Really I don't. Only another 359 working Earth days to go, then. Hey ho. Mustn't grumble.
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But to be fair, they would have to work a 576 hour day, by our standards (based on an 8 hour working day).
Plus they would have, also by our standards, on average, 2880 days of holiday to take every year. How the hell can they squeeze that in? You know they're going to lose out.
I'm sorry, but my heart goes out to them!
You're right, they do a fine job. I didn't mean to carp on. Really. Honestly. I have nothing but admiration for them. They're doing a brilliant job under difficult, almost impossible circumstances. I mean, it must be very hard, mending a fence. You've got to take away the old fence, probably do some digging, put in a new fence, bit of concrete perhaps. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. The trauma, the anguish, the heartache. No, no, really, I can't bear to think of how those poor devils must suffer. Please, honestly, let's leave it there, it'll do none of us any good to dwell on it.
Fair enough. One would struggle to use the trusty old calculator on that one.
Best just, as you say, forget it.
Heard an awful din earlier. Yelling, shouting and chastisement.
Turned out to be a cat with a starling in its mouth.
Really!
Nature red in tooth and claw and all that.
Still, eminently better than a starling with a cat in its mouth, one would imagine.
I thought Uranus had been renamed Bumholé (pronounced Boom-hoe-lay).
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