…you were too busy getting indignant on behalf of your princess daughter to pick up on the interesting information that Hannah provided you with.
I have every hope that Hannahwill make things very difficult for Neil if he pursues the matter with her in the workplace. I would enjoy that very much indeed.
Which was?
Signed: A cloth-eared pillock.
That his mucky daughter was going round the village pestering people for money. I don’t think the senior Carters knew that.
And pay more attention, please.
Ah, I see. I suppose I thought he already knew that, didn’t she say to him at some point that she was embarrassed about that now? Or have I lost touch with reality as well as my memory, and everything else for that matter.
Who am I, by the way?
I think she mentioned embarrassment but I don’t think she has said anything about trying to tap Jim, Ruth & Peggy for cash.
Not a clue, dere. Try asking that nice man who trimmed the hedge the other day: he might know.
He says I’m some woman he met in Fulbourn Mental Hospital in 1981.
(This is true btw)
See? I thought he’d be able to help. Congratulations on your release, btw.
Thanks Gus. I was slowly adjusting to life on the outside but then I found this place…
I have helped to escort someone into that particular establishment but they didn’t take a close look at me so I got out again.
If that’s the occasion I am thinking of, I had to ride with her in the ambulance, because the ambulance men refused to accept responsibility. And I don’t blame them!
TFM, be warned! I don’t think they are working on a commission / bounty basis but one cannot be too careful.
s’OK. They said they’d never have me back.
I was so upset by the whole ruddy performance that I had a stroke five days later…
I know it wasn’t funny really, o Fish. But the thought of you and Hedgers rounding up loonies for fun and profit sort of is, I’m afraid. To me, at any rate. But then I have a very low sense of humour.
I had great respect for the ambulance crew and the medics doing the sectioning, who – all joking aside – really were taking their legal duties utterly seriously. If I were going dangerously mad, I would want people like that dealing with me. (Well, I wouldn’t, because I’d be dangerously mad, but I-now-and-relatively-sane would.)
They can be very good. I’m not saying the presence of one, possibly two, persons with obvious social capital made any difference in this particular case - but it most certainly can.
My experiences around sectioning have been mixed, to say the least.
(When I say ‘possibly two’, it reflects uncertainty as to who was where when rather than any other kind of comment. Just for the avoidance of doubt.)
She had been ramping about for a day and a night, becoming increasingly wild and difficult to cope with, and at about ten in the evening it became evident that she had been skipping her meds – she showed me that they were all in her case in unopened packs, rather proud of herself for avoiding being poisoned – and the place we were in had said they were not prepared to have her on the premises overnight, and no hotel in the entire city would either. At that point we called a doctor. Taking her home was out of the question, what with an electric wheelchair (we had a hell of a time getting it into the ambulance which eventually arrived from Sarf Lunnon, all the local ones being busy) and her living a couple of hundred miles away, so we did what we could for her. Also for all the other people at the convention who really didn’t want to be mowed down by a woman driving an electric wheelchair as fast as she could to get away from nobody could really make out what…
By that time I had become her only friend and she wouldn’t get into the ambulance without me, and Hedgers followed in the car to take me back to my bed. Which I got to at about three o’clock, to be woken, on a Sunday morning at seven, by a cherry-picker and some jolly lads cleaning the building literally just outside my window.
I feel there is a strong case to be made for convention organisers being issued with tranquilliser darts, if not Tasers.
Must have been an exceedingly trying situation all round, and bravo to a Fish for dealing with.
Oh, I wasn’t a convention organiser (for once); I just felt sorry for the committee. Most of them had never run a con before, and they were being run ragged.
All right. A Fish should also be permitted to carry side arms of a non-lethal (usually) nature.
Mind you, I think kindergarten teachers should have the right to lethal force, so possibly am not in line with mainstream thought on the point.