In which we consider sainthood, watch the Crown, and generally waste away.
In which we cuddle alpacas, mend toasters, and get a mask sorted out.
In which I unexpectedly become a key worker.
In which I become an elected representative of some people.
My department up the Council comprises six people of such little collective significance that we don’t even have a manager. Instead, we have a Team Leader, whose role is secondary to her main job as the assistant to the Head of Contingency Planning, and being someone else’s secretary gives you an idea of how far … Continue reading Overlooking Oldham