Three opposites in The System
What joy to arrive here at Camp 020, but in the rush to get me out of the Yorkshire hostelry, with an hour's notice, there were problems. Most of the baggage that reflected 7 years of captivity remained in storage.
With the big OU exam of the year so close and a perhaps not unnatural desire to be clad, I tried to encourage the previous landlord to send on the baggage. Eventually, my great supporter, Skipper Ron Pell and Joan, spinnaker-handler, came to the rescue and he and Joan collected everything from Brough.
But when I looked inside, desperate for the study books and some cloth to gird the loins, I discovered that two bags were missing. A check with the previous landlord found that they had been overlooked. Very sorry, said the lovely officer Mary who keeps sanity in that department.
The bags were eventually despatched by carrier. And they arrived on a day when Officer Eddie Q was not on duty here. The stand-in guard experienced a moment that possibly doesn't come often in his working life, the chance to say No to a non-wretch. He refused to accept the bags because no official paperwork accompanied them. 'Send them into long-term storage,' he ordered.
Eventually he saw that his action might verge on the high-handed, and I was left to summon back the carrier. Without the enormous help of studio manager Charlotte R, and carrier manager Chris, the bags may not have been seen again. However, they found the mobile number of the somewhat disconcerted driver, and the books and garments arrived. Of course, the study material was too late for the OU exam, which I will now sit in April.
Contrast 2:
Ms Eve Wilson of Willowfield School, and Summit's director, Ms Marion Aylott, called on the Governor to see if I would be allowed to continue as the school's webmaster under the heading of community work, an important aspect of The System's resettlement plan. Three days a week at the internet café would be the minimum to get the site back up to date and running properly. But I could see no chance of it. Perhaps they would permit 2 days. Rugged hero Ray Kidwell, the SO, whispered that I would be all right. And Governor Myama said the cause could hardly be better and I would be going out every weekday, 9 to 3. I was staggered by his modern thinking. I stammered Thank you, and really meant it.
Good news within The System continued the next day: The CCRC wrote to say that at long last my case is to be investigated. The cut-off date for any final submissions is November 16. Ms T Bali, the Casework Administrator confirmed, 'We already have secured and preserved papers held by other public bodies to ensure that material relating to your case is being kept safe.'
Perhaps there is a justice after all.
Links:
CCRC
Camp 020
Wolds
Summit Media
OU
Cuddly cellmate
What joy to arrive here at Camp 020, but in the rush to get me out of the Yorkshire hostelry, with an hour's notice, there were problems. Most of the baggage that reflected 7 years of captivity remained in storage.
With the big OU exam of the year so close and a perhaps not unnatural desire to be clad, I tried to encourage the previous landlord to send on the baggage. Eventually, my great supporter, Skipper Ron Pell and Joan, spinnaker-handler, came to the rescue and he and Joan collected everything from Brough.
But when I looked inside, desperate for the study books and some cloth to gird the loins, I discovered that two bags were missing. A check with the previous landlord found that they had been overlooked. Very sorry, said the lovely officer Mary who keeps sanity in that department.
The bags were eventually despatched by carrier. And they arrived on a day when Officer Eddie Q was not on duty here. The stand-in guard experienced a moment that possibly doesn't come often in his working life, the chance to say No to a non-wretch. He refused to accept the bags because no official paperwork accompanied them. 'Send them into long-term storage,' he ordered.
Eventually he saw that his action might verge on the high-handed, and I was left to summon back the carrier. Without the enormous help of studio manager Charlotte R, and carrier manager Chris, the bags may not have been seen again. However, they found the mobile number of the somewhat disconcerted driver, and the books and garments arrived. Of course, the study material was too late for the OU exam, which I will now sit in April.
Contrast 2:
Ms Eve Wilson of Willowfield School, and Summit's director, Ms Marion Aylott, called on the Governor to see if I would be allowed to continue as the school's webmaster under the heading of community work, an important aspect of The System's resettlement plan. Three days a week at the internet café would be the minimum to get the site back up to date and running properly. But I could see no chance of it. Perhaps they would permit 2 days. Rugged hero Ray Kidwell, the SO, whispered that I would be all right. And Governor Myama said the cause could hardly be better and I would be going out every weekday, 9 to 3. I was staggered by his modern thinking. I stammered Thank you, and really meant it.
Good news within The System continued the next day: The CCRC wrote to say that at long last my case is to be investigated. The cut-off date for any final submissions is November 16. Ms T Bali, the Casework Administrator confirmed, 'We already have secured and preserved papers held by other public bodies to ensure that material relating to your case is being kept safe.'
Perhaps there is a justice after all.
Links:
CCRC
Camp 020
Wolds
Summit Media
OU
Cuddly cellmate
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