Appealing

There was good news and bad news at work yesterday. The good news was that C got the feedback from the exams she sat recently and there is a really obvious point of appeal. Basically her overall score was higher than she needed, but you also had to attain a particular score on each individual aspect and she missed out by one point on one aspect (grrr...). The feedback that went with it though didn’t match the score and actually met the criteria for a higher score. Basically they give you a mark of between 1 and 5 and they tell you what each score means – the wording was almost identical to one of the higher marks and so decided she should ask how she can have been given a lower mark if the feedback says different. This would also give her that elusive one mark... I have no idea if this will work but it’s certainly worth a go, so C put in an appeal yesterday afternoon and we await the outcome.

The bad news is that my boss got a call to say that his father had collapsed and hadn’t regained consciousness. My boss thought that his father might well not recover from this, so he left work to go and be with his father and we await news of any progress...

G left a pile of clothes on the bed yesterday morning. This is part of G’s strategy to bring less stuff at weekends - or as I call it “G’s strategy to move in by stealth”. I keep listing all the stuff that has been left at my place over the last few months – toiletries, a few items of clothing, some cooking ingredients, some slippers, an entire dinner service, some Tupperware, a whole load of books and CDs. The list goes on… I also have to regularly point out the “trail of destruction” left in G’s wake. Sometimes I take G round where I live and point out the debris all over the place that is evidence of G having been in the room previously – plates, cups, empty crisp packets, items of clothing - that sort of thing – and then have to whisper words like “bin”, “dishwasher” and so on to try and subliminally inspire G to consider that the floor of the living room might not be the final resting place for said items. I am concerned that one day I will wake up and find G has moved in and I’ll be drowning in a sea of debris. Throw me a lifebelt if the need arises...

Anyway, on other matters, to follow up from the well trained dogs in yesterday’s post, we have another one today which is one for people who are incredibly lazy. Why bother to make the effort yourself when a dog can do all the hard work for you...