Hands up if you re­quire Grum­blers Anony­mous

Uxbridge Gazette - - YOUR LETTERS -

SO MUCH has been get­ting my goat re­cently that if the wind changes I’ll be left with a se­ri­ously peeved face. First: the lat­est no­tion that chil­dren should not be ex­pected to put up their hands in class be­cause the bright ones al­ways get in first. Grrr...

It is ac­tu­ally de­signed to do the op­po­site by cre­at­ing an at­mos­phere of or­der and equal­ity, as it al­lows the teacher to spot any shy pupils who are des­per­ate to be asked, but would not shout out an an­swer.

Then we have the the­ory that par­ents buy­ing lot­tery tick­ets are teach­ing chil­dren to gam­ble.

Oh dear. There is surely no harm in giv­ing peo­ple hope each week that they might be lucky – and, in the lot­tery, some are win­ners. The odds may be heav­ily stacked against this, but that doesn’t dim the hope. And the lot­tery has funded some great causes.

I re­cently won an af­ter­noon tea in a raf­fle in aid of the NSPCC and Child­Line but it hasn’t yet led me to an out-of-con­trol bet­ting habit, or sent me to the dogs.

Still grumpy, I was driv­ing be­tween Hare­field and Rick­mansworth, when I hit some­thing very solid; pos­si­bly a pot­hole. I limped along for a few yards be­fore pulling over, to dis­cover a flat tyre and a buck­led wheel. Stuck on an un­lit coun­try lane, it was very cold, get­ting dark, and traf­fic was zoom­ing round the cor­ner as peo­ple raced home from work. I put on my haz­ards, turned the heat­ing up and hoped for the best.

Thank good­ness for Bri­tan­nia Res­cue which Mr F and I sub­scribe to. My knight of the road ar­rived within the hour and took me, my wounded pride and dam­aged car, back to base in Uxbridge, where Mr F had a wel­come meal wait­ing.

Talk­ing of hot din­ners, I cheered when I heard that David Rout­ledge is again or­gan­is­ing a Christ­mas Day lunch and tea – the 26th year – for peo­ple on their own. Last year there were more than 120 guest and helpers. Con­tact him at Heather House, 41-49 Belmont Road, Uxbridge, UB8 1QT or email heather­house49@bt­in­ter­net.com for a form if you’d like a place.

Since then my grumps have re­turned ten­fold after we got a stroppy let­ter de­mand­ing a £60 fine for park­ing at Ruis­lip sta­tion. We had paid, have sent the ev­i­dence, and are now wait­ing for an apol­ogy.

Hon­estly, it’s enough to turn me to gam­bling…

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