Tuesday. 4.30 p.m. Tuesdays are my Camphill days, as you will know if you follow my blog posts regularly. I volunteered to work as a support in the theatre workshop. I've been going there every Tuesday since around April 2019, although I didn't go during the various lockdowns caused by the COVID-19 pandemic. The regular group have been working on a production of 'Twelfth Night', and there are two performances this Friday and Saturday. Today, far more residents were involved, bringing the total in the group to around thirty. Their job is to be the orchestra, provide some music and various sound effects, and be sailors and party-goers in a couple of scenes. Today, the group ran through the play and was supposed to have learned their lines. Some managed really well, although a couple really needed to spend a bit more time learning their lines and also the cues where they were supposed to enter and exit.
Wednesday. 8.35 a.m. Goodness grief! I was sitting in my lounge, reading. Actually about Milton Keynes, in a book called 'When The Lights Went Out: What Really Happened In Britain In The Seventies,' written by Andy Beckett. It was a gang of three Mears employees, who come to check the fire alarms. I was told they were coming today when I had a telephone call last week. I was hoping that they might be able to fit the extractor fan in the kitchen, but, pigs might fly, as they say. No hope of that happening any day soon. Now I suppose I'll have to sit in here all day for them to actually do some work. But I thought I had new fire alarms fitted, some time ago.
It turns out that the old fire alarms were faulty! New ones have been fitted, even one in my bedroom. So, someone sold Milton Keynes Council fire alarms which are not fit for purpose. The Mears electricians have also fitted a device to my alarm system, which I call if I have a fall or some other incident, which automatically calls the system if there is a fire and they call me to find out if I'm alright. I think all this is after the devastating fire that killed 72 people in the Grenfell Tower fire in 2017.
Thursday. 2.00 p.m. I took out Alfie at around 1.30. I saw a van draw up and a host of bright orange hi-vis-clad workmen get out and it was clear that they were going to be litter picking. The amount of litter which is left around Oldbrook Green and on and around the path alongside Strudwick Drive has got worse recently. I think people have just become lazy and the same applies to dog walkers who don't pick up after their dogs. It's not the dogs' fault and the owners should be entirely responsible for their dogs. The green dog bins which are scattered around Oldbrook Green used to have bags which dog owners could use to pick up after their dogs, but it seems they are no longer provided by Milton Keynes Council. No doubt in an attempt to cut costs, but, as a result, it has meant owners have become lazy and don't provide their own bags, hence, no doubt, the increase in dog fowling. There are clear signs around the green that there is a fine if you are caught not complying, but what is the point of this if there is nobody around to police this?
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