NO wonder the story of Collette Boler reached the telly news.
This lady has been feeding stray cats for over 20 years but suddenly now she faces being branded a criminal for it.
Yes, blah blah, I get that fouling might occur when cats are fed. But come on… what is she supposed to do as an animal lover? Let them starve?
Why isn’t a vet or vets offering their services to trap the cats and neuter them so they don’t breed. No wonder the lady was in floods of tears.
There has to be a compromise surely?
I obviously had a bit of a teary flurry on Mother’s day as so many of us probably did.
Heard an interesting take on grief recently. Imagine a coin with love printed on one side and the more love you have for someone, the bigger it grows.
Then you flip it and the word on the other side is ‘grief’ – the size matching, which kind of summed it up perfectly.
Might just help, putting it in some perspective.
This week’s beef is with Royal Mail.
I posted a parcel for £3.99 – in the post office. The lady complained it had never arrived, so I posted out another one – so another £3.99 plus the price of the contents.
The lady got one of those cards saying they’d got a parcel but the sender hadn’t put any postage on it. Excuse me but I had and had proof. She had to pay £7 to get it, which I refunded her.
Turns out the postage sticker had low adherence and had come off.
Not my fault. I complained – wasting half an hour on the phone waiting to be connected (listening to guff about how important my call is to them.
If it were, love, you’d employ more people instead of spending all your salary allowance on the fat cats!), only to be told I needed to email. And what did I get back: eight bleedin’ first class stamps.
I could sell them stamps. And I only use them at Christmas. And a warning that’s all I’d get so if I wanted compo, tough.
No mate, just want a fair service. But in this climate, we’ve all got as much chance of that happening as me growing another two foot overnight and becoming a model for Pretty Polly tights.
The leaflets have started arriving so we know that the voting is imminent. And plenty of self-importants on the letters pages telling you who to vote for. (Don’t you just find the ‘peace-lovers’ are the biggest virtue-signalling, hate-stirrers there are around?)
Anyway, not for me to say cast your X this way. We live in a democracy and it’s your right to vote for who you want to, whether that’s an old stalwart or a new one that wants to leave us all open to international threat, legalise all drugs and garner their seats in well dodgy ways. Your choice.
Do your homework. Vote for those who don’t just turn up promising the earth when they need your support.
They should be present and correct all year doing a difficult job because I wouldn’t have that job given and I admire those who take on the mantle and do it always to their highest standard.
Yes they exist. But there is no point moaning about things not going your way if you do not vote.
Force yourself because it’s often the case that the party most people want in doesn’t get in because people just can’t be bothered turning up to give their opinion where it matters, even though they’ll give it freely down the pub or moan about everything afterwards. Every vote does make a difference, remember that for May.
