Well, it’s been a helluva week!
Insulted by the Managing (barely) Director. There will come a time …
Informed by the local council that the road I drive to work (possibly the only really hilly road in the entire county) would not be gritted because of ‘Salt Rationning’. Why wasn’t it gritted when you had salt? I could drive on it. Obviously the gritting lorries found it too difficult!
Discovered (yet again) that wires break when you flex them. Like every time you close the box. Requiring the box to be re-opened, breaking more wires. Then, of course, you have to close the box.
And the heartwarming news that, to their own knowledge, no-one has frozen to death waiting (till the worst of the winter weather has passed) waiting for the Department of Work & Pensions to pay people their rightly-entitled Winter Fuel allowance. Two months late. And you have to discover that you are entitled, because they do not feel the need to inform you.
Still ticking …