Last night, as I had NO signal on the TV at all - thank you large tree opposite - I decided to write a letter to the PM. The Prime Minister. Why, you may well ask. Well, I am sick to death of being passed around among the incompetent minions in every sector of officialdom, and decided that I needed to go straight to the top. The real top. So I wrote him a 5 page letter, including a reference to the fact that I thought tea at Downing Street would be rather nice, but that I have too much to say and that I would need longer than any scrap of time the PM could afford to spare, seeing that he is very busy running the country and getting rid of the deficit. Not to mention the war as well. And the new baby.
Mind you, I also suggested that I needed to chat to the Health Secretary, the Home Secretary, the Education Secretary as well as the PM. In fact why not just go ahead and call a Cabinet meeting instead. I would be quite happy to address the lot. I have plenty to say.
No, it will never get posted. What I had to say was not for some lowly Downing Street lacky to read and file away. Nor do I have any desire to speak to my MP who doesn't even know this village exists anyway. But it was good to put it all down on paper.
You know, a friend said to me not long ago, that if I were to outline the events of the past 4 years as a book proposal, it would be tossed out because it was too far fetched. Unbelievable. My friend was right. I don't write about a tenth of what has happened. It looks like fantasy when it is all there in bullet points, and let me tell you, the 5 pages consisted of 3 pages of bullet points. Just imagine how long my letter would have been had I expounded in detail on each of those bullet points. (I like the words "bullet points". Sharp and to the point. Prodding.)
However, it would serve all people in positions of authority well if they scheduled time into their diaries to talk to ordinary people. It is so easy to become detached from the real world when you live in ivory towers. So easy to see the numbers and not the people behind each number. I am not a statistic. I am a 56 year old woman who has learned the hard way that mistakes cost lives. Bureaucrats cover up mistakes. People lie. Things get lost. Delete buttons are pushed. Words are twisted. Hands are washed. Forms are intrusive and degrading. Idiots man the phones. Computer errors are not corrected. Numbers don't add up. Delays cause untold damage. Lawyers get rich. And time passes and you wait and wait and wait, and nothing happens.
I ended my letter with this:
"It is cold down here at the bottom of the chasm, you know. And like in crevasses in a glacier, no-one can actually hear me shouting from the depths. "
Maybe I should post it after all.