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In the space of one week our wonderful council has accussed me of the cardinal sin of putting to much rubbish
out for collection. The lid on the bin was slightly open, the "Waste Management Refuse Collection Operator & Adviser"
(Dustman) put the offending bag of rubbish back into the wheelie bin instead of putting it into the refuse cart. I dont
think it was mine even. Where it can rot for another two weeks. What am I supposed to do with it though. Looks like other
people use the field at the bottom of the road when this happens to them. Or use other peoples rubbish bins. For this "crime"
(it will be one day, believe me) I was given a formal looking advice note attached to the bin warning me that I face
legal proceedings if I re-offend. No I didnt make this up.
Then tonight the other half gets a parking ticket when she goes up town to a show. Issued at 8.25 pm. the
offence was not because she did not have a ticket, she did. "Parked beyond the bay markings" the ticket said. Well its keeping
some jobsworth in a job I suppose. The front offside wheel was half way on to the white line. It so comforting to
know that we have foot patrols to identify such law breakers such as my wife. To hell with investigating real crime, targets
have to be met now you know. You cant fine householders for having thier house broken into, Yet!. The car park was over
half empty as well. Still its comforting to know that these vehicle and traffic wardens are around to ensure the safety
of our cars while parked and to stop anyone from breaking into them, and to apprehend any car thieves that do. DT
Another grumble, this one wishes to remain unknown
Having seen the grumbles page on the Northampton Judo website I wanted to forward my grumble. More
of a question than a grumble....see what your readers think!
Why is it that women seem to have an endless mental list of things for us men to do around the house?
This list seems to get a mention each weekend and every bank holiday! This morning (Bank holiday Sunday), I awake
and walk into the kitchen to be greeted with a bucket of floor laying cement and a pile of tiles. I am expected to lay tiles
in the kitchen and the wife has all the tools ready!!
I wouldn't mind, but I have different plans for the weekend that differ from hers!! This leads to
the first argument of many. I see the weekend as a time for rest, reflection and recharging the batteries (after a hard
weeks work). She sees the weekend different. Time for shopping, DIY and moaning about what I haven't done!
Where do you find the balance??
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