Month: July 2007

I asked Matt earlier to behave like an adult and let him and I sit down and see if we cannot sort out his financial mess. He refused point blank. I had already made the decision that this was to be his last chance.

Because he said that I have said he cannot come on holiday with us and has to move out by August 25th and have given him that notice in writing as well.

He reckons there is no point in talking about it as he has no control over his spending so there is nothing to be done.

I have asked him to give the phone he currently has to Deej and it is actually his on loan to Matt.

Both Jonny and James have said they’ll still be going regardless of whether Matt is.

You know, it’s a horrible thing for a parent to have to kick their child out of their house and potentially their lives. I just cannot see matters improving if he stays here, indeed, they’ll just get worse. Maybe the threat of being homeless when he doesn’t pay any rent to the council and being declared bankrupt will bring him to his senses. As it is, he steals off me in the same way as if he took the money from my wallet and he tells me lies to the point I don’t know what to believe any more. I didn’t know there was such a thing as compulsive spending but if there is, Matt has it.

I asked Matt earlier to behave like an adult and let him and I sit down and see if we cannot sort out his financial mess. He refused point blank. I had already made the decision that this was to be his last chance.

Because he said that I have said he cannot come on holiday with us and has to move out by August 25th and have given him that notice in writing as well.

He reckons there is no point in talking about it as he has no control over his spending so there is nothing to be done.

I have asked him to give the phone he currently has to Deej and it is actually his on loan to Matt.

Both Jonny and James have said they’ll still be going regardless of whether Matt is.

You know, it’s a horrible thing for a parent to have to kick their child out of their house and potentially their lives. I just cannot see matters improving if he stays here, indeed, they’ll just get worse. Maybe the threat of being homeless when he doesn’t pay any rent to the council and being declared bankrupt will bring him to his senses. As it is, he steals off me in the same way as if he took the money from my wallet and he tells me lies to the point I don’t know what to believe any more. I didn’t know there was such a thing as compulsive spending but if there is, Matt has it.

Dear Mrs Herriman … or should I say ‘Jane’?

OK, this may mean nothing to someone I have not been moaning to recently. Mrs Herriman is the head teacher of Daisy’s school and disliked by many.

For several months I have been in touch with Daisy’s class teacher, Mrs McDonald and her maths teacher, Mr Winful. We have got along just fine to the point we were not friends but on a first name basis.

After a very preachy session in the school on Wednesday evening during which Mrs Herriman spoke at length about how wonderful the staff were at the school I wrote in to feedback my experience. It was positive in places but also constructively critical in others. One point I was making was that the school had asked parents and carers to share their email addresses as this was a very good form of communication yet, on none of their letters did they list the email address of any teacher. I happened to give the email address of ‘Kizzy’ McDonald as an example.

The reply letter I received back had as an end piece an instruction never to refer to teachers by their first names as it is disrespectful and that the students are not allowed to do it … bloody cheek, since when did I become a student?

I wrote to the two teachers concerned copying the relevant text from the heads letter into the body. I got a call earlier on from the deputy head saying she’d been instructed by the head to ‘tell me’ to stop inciting her staff into descent. That in future ‘I must’ never say anything disrespectful about Mrs Herriman to any staff member.

I got a little cross!

Moving on …

Back in December we pre-booked a rental car for our holiday in a week or so time. I viewed two vehicles, both appeared to be the same except one was automatic and the other was a manual. I paid the extra for the auto. I found out earlier on this week that they don’t do automatics, never have. They want me to drive around in the equivalent of a Transit Van! I shall be getting discounts obviously, that’s the way I work but a Transit Van? It’s going to die on the hills, make a right racket and rattle everyone all over the place … bugger that!

Dear Mrs Herriman … or should I say ‘Jane’?

OK, this may mean nothing to someone I have not been moaning to recently. Mrs Herriman is the head teacher of Daisy’s school and disliked by many.

For several months I have been in touch with Daisy’s class teacher, Mrs McDonald and her maths teacher, Mr Winful. We have got along just fine to the point we were not friends but on a first name basis.

After a very preachy session in the school on Wednesday evening during which Mrs Herriman spoke at length about how wonderful the staff were at the school I wrote in to feedback my experience. It was positive in places but also constructively critical in others. One point I was making was that the school had asked parents and carers to share their email addresses as this was a very good form of communication yet, on none of their letters did they list the email address of any teacher. I happened to give the email address of ‘Kizzy’ McDonald as an example.

The reply letter I received back had as an end piece an instruction never to refer to teachers by their first names as it is disrespectful and that the students are not allowed to do it … bloody cheek, since when did I become a student?

I wrote to the two teachers concerned copying the relevant text from the heads letter into the body. I got a call earlier on from the deputy head saying she’d been instructed by the head to ‘tell me’ to stop inciting her staff into descent. That in future ‘I must’ never say anything disrespectful about Mrs Herriman to any staff member.

I got a little cross!

Moving on …

Back in December we pre-booked a rental car for our holiday in a week or so time. I viewed two vehicles, both appeared to be the same except one was automatic and the other was a manual. I paid the extra for the auto. I found out earlier on this week that they don’t do automatics, never have. They want me to drive around in the equivalent of a Transit Van! I shall be getting discounts obviously, that’s the way I work but a Transit Van? It’s going to die on the hills, make a right racket and rattle everyone all over the place … bugger that!