August 2006

So, picking up the story from last month, when I was giving advice to a neighbour, I made to leave but was then caught up in a debate regarding the new car seat laws coming in to effect this month. As I have only a limited knowledge regarding this, I have promised to bring them some information in the form of leaflets from my place of work ,within the next couple of days.

Then, as I made my second attempt at reaching my neighbours front door, I was asked for my opinion regarding the new meningitis vaccine, which has been offered to children under two and to various people who fit into certain categories.

As this issue does not directly affect me and mine, I felt it unfair to give an opinion, so again I suggested that both they and I, would gather some information between us for them to make up their own minds, but assured them I would be available for support if needed.

Eventually I made it home and then walked my babysitter home but nothing is ever simple. On the return journey I was summoned by the same neighbours, to help them with a nightmare of a flat-pack, which was supposed to resemble an interchangeable high chair. Forty five minutes and various cross words later, we assembled the forsaken chair and I left my neighbours house with two thoughts:
  • Who on earth counts the screws needed for flat-packs?
  • I wonder if a shiny plaque with B.I.B. (Braithwaite Information Bureau) would look nice bolted to my front door!!