And no, this isn’t about that peculiar A-level subject you get offered these days. I was just ‘inspired’ by it, to do my own very critical thinking. I trawled through my borough’s information ‘newspaper’ the other day. Very pleased to see they are now offering free advice on benefits. Can only assume this means they charged for benefits advice previously. A bit ludicrous, but the council has to make money somehow.
Received a phone call – in the middle of a television programme, which is why I was even less gracious than my usual lack of friendliness – where the very Indian accented lady informed me they were ‘calling today from the UK…’ No, I don’t think so. If you have to mention it, you’re not in the UK. Why lie? I’m no more likely to buy whatever it is because it’s from the UK.
One of my few ‘helpful’ acts in life is to fill in a questionnaire from the council on a regular basis. (I reckoned they needed someone awkward like me to balance out all the others.) But how do you answer the multiple choice query regarding my eating habits where they want to know if I’ve eaten more fruit and veg in the last twelve months? I’m such a slob that I had to say no. I usually eat more than enough, so haven’t increased the amount. Nor do I plan to do so anytime soon. But I feel awful having admitted this. It’s surely related to the quandary you face when asked if you’ve stopped beating your wife. Not that I have a wife, but you just need a sensible alternative.
I had to email Daughter’s college, but it came back after getting caught in their spam filter. It was about exams. It’s just very hard to decide exactly which word(s) upped its spam-ness. Daughter’s last school had a lovely (well, still has) teacher called Mr White. I needed to email him about something. Email came straight back due to foul language. And I thought I’d been so reasonable. Mr White is kind and intelligent and sings well in the corridors. I then emailed the form teacher, to say I’d not been able to get through to Mr White. That came back too. More foulness. Yikes.
Showed my missives to the Resident IT Consultant who diagnosed the problem. White isn’t a very pc word to be using in this day and age. But it was the email address, for goodness’ sake! That only sorted itself out by me emailing the school’s IT expert on his private email when it got too tiresome describing Mr White as the teacher with the name that is a colour which is the opposite of black. Black is pc enough it seems.
As a child I was very sweet and trusting (yes, really) and thought good of everybody. I’m making up for this sweetness now by practising my own kind of critical thinking.