OK….don’t often do this, but let me unload on you. We were burgled on Monday. Not a big deal really. No-one was hurt. Just the locks to our tack room and garden shed mangled. And we should get a load of nice new saddles and tack, a chainsaw vroom vroom and various other bits and pieces from the insurance money, but what a waste of everyone’s time and also it just doesn’t make any economic sense. They are obviously considerate guys these burglars. They didn’t want any confrontation and “popped by” at around 6.00pm aware that Sophie would have finished all her mucking about outside and knowing that Mr S wouldn’t be back before 7.30pm being the diligent City gent that he is. If only they had waited till I got back, knocked on the front door and asked for a couple of hundred quid ( which presumably is all they will get for their efforts and for the illicit sale of £5,000 worth of leather and some knackered bits of garden equipment ). I have a feeling I might just have paid up and saved us all a whole load of hassle.
And whilst on the subject of unloading and wasting time and money I shelled out, as a matter of course, just because I did it for Hen and Jimmy, another £300 or so for some career advice scam, scheme, for Bob. “FutureWise”. It is meant to represent an investment, a deep and meaningful psychometric test, which reveals the young person’s innermost secrets, aspirations and potential and outlines an optimal career plan for them. Bob has had his session with them this week. I don’t really know why I bothered, but I suppose having paid for it, I thought I should ask him how it went.
“haha thanks, it says that I should be a vet surgen or a farm manager or a game keeper”
As he can’t even spell vetinary surgeon I can’t imagine that is a serious option….so, basically they’ve come up with two ideas……a farmer or game-keeper. Now there’s a surprise. I suppose in fairness to Futurewise £300 should be viewed in the perspective of 5 years of Rugby school fees. I’m reminded of the story about John Jeffries, a terrific Scottish International wing-forward, though not renowned as any form of an intellectual. A team-mate of his, John Rutherford, went to stay at Jeffries family home one weekend. It was a beautiful farmhouse in the Borders. Sitting after dinner in their very lovely drawing room Rutherford eyes were drawn to an incongruous three legged wooden stool in the corner. Jeffries father spotted him. “Hey, John, don’t look so disparagingly at that. It’s the most expensive bit of furniture in this room. 5 years at prep school and then another 5 years at Merchiston ( one of Scotlands leading public schools ). Not a single higher or O level. This stool from a carpentry class in his last year is all we’ve got to show for our investment.” True Story!
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