Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?

Every community has one.  There is a gentleman in the Shire (we shall call him Mr Smithbrownjones) who, when he is taking his medication, is a decent sort, as most people are.  However, at other times he is best described as a gadfly, even a nuisance.  One would not venture to use such emotive words as paranoid and obnoxious.  I have worked with bi-polar people before, and having some experience with the black dog myself,  I have some empathy.

Cindy, Carl and others have been the recipients of some outrageous paranoid accusations following requests to  Mr Smithbrownjones  to comply with certain local laws that involve the safety or even survival of his neighbours and himself.

As with most people who make frequent complaints, he is not always crying “Wolf!” however.  So I have treated with reasonable respect each complaint made that has been relevant to my sphere of influence.  As a consequence, I have occasionally taken action where others might have said “Oh that is just Mr Smithbrownjones. Ignore it”.   Where the complaint is not justified, I have advised of what I have done, or not done, and explained why.

So it was pleasing to get a letter  stating that in following up on one of his complaints I had satisfactorily solved the problem, and in doing so, acted with “… dedication, integrity, honesty and fairness, and that the people of the Shire should be proud to have such an honourable staff member working on their behalf”.   Mr Smithbrownjones was clearly in a stable and lucid frame of mind when he wrote that!

However, I noticed that during the Christmas holidays he has put up an unauthorised building of some size on his property.  He has no building permit or planning permission, and  tomorrow will therefore be opening a letter from me, as acting building surveyor, stating that the activity has been noticed, and offering specific details of the consequences and penalties concomitant with such activity.



About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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One Response to Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?

  1. Pilgrim33 says:

    Oh dear,no little bits of paper.How terrible.


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