I gave up my strike as it wasn’t haven’t any effect so here is a guest picture from my brother. It shows a mediaeval bridge over the Rive Soare.
The forecasters promised rain the mid morning and a dry afternoon. As I had to go up to the Information Hub in the morning and had the afternoon free, there was a spring in my step as I walked up to the High Street.
It was still very grey but with the temperature at a very un-January like 13°C, a feeling of ‘musn’t grumble’ was all around.
I was entertained by Dropscone and a slice of bannock while I sat in the Hub not giving information to anyone and Nancy, the Archive Group treasurer dropped in with the latest bill from Scottish Power for the Archive Centre just as I left.
I was a bit sorry to see that it hadn’t rained as I walked home but hoped that things would still work out for the afternoon.
Things didn’t work out from the moment that I got home. First I managed to make some lentil soup for lunch without putting any lentils in. The resultant thin gruel required a reboot.
Then, in one of those moments that cause any amount of innocent merriment in the celestial halls, as soon as I got ready for a walk, it started to rain and the wind got up and howled through the garden.
The birds must be as baffled as everyone else by the quick change between winter and spring like temperatures because once again there was hardly one to be seen in the garden.
Under the circumstances, I thought that this might be a good moment to speak to Scottish Power about the Archive Centre bill.
It turns out that there is never a good moment to speak to Scottish Power about the Archive Centre bill.
The Kafkaesque conversation that ensued was a perfect example of Catch 22 in operation. The highlight (from one point of view) was that my opening request to speak to a manager was met with the reply, “The managers are here to manage the staff, not to speak to the customers.”
The fact of the matter is that for one reason or another they are expecting quite different readings than the ones that we give them or indeed the ones that their own meter readers give them (which tally with our readings) and their system can’t cope….and there is no one that you can talk to about this interesting disparity. The conversation with someone who has to stick to a script and can’t admit that his company may have made a mistake and so implies, but very carefully without saying so, that you are either incompetent, a liar or a crook, goes precisely nowhere.
This sort of thing isn’t good for the blood pressure at all.
However things took a turn for the better when my flute pupil Luke came and we played some enjoyable duets. After tea, I went out to visit Isabel and brightened the day even further by playing some quality trios with her and Mike.
Alls well that ends well….
The weather is going to be worse tomorrow as the recent US snowstorm arrives here bearing rain.
On the plus side, the warm weather is bringing on the snowdrops in the garden very well.
And I did spot a perching bird of day in the gloom.