Starting from number one there are five new photographs on the photo page, all taken by Vicky whilst on Holiday at Denbury last week.
Trio of Silver Laced Wyandotte. Vicky
Silver Sebrights. Vicky
Young Hen and Cock Buff Orpington. Vicky
A young White Silky Hen. Vicky
A young Black Silky Cock. Vicky
I didn’t get as much feed back as I thought I might about the checkout lady coughing into her hands whilst touching our food. With the spread of Swine Flu I thought that there may have been a few suggestions.
I phoned the Store Manager yesterday, he believed it wrong and was looking into what could be done to stop it happening. The worse one that we saw was in the same store a couple of years ago when one of the self stacker’s was picking his nose whilst stacking. I had not choice to complain and it was addressed immediately. The man in question may have been backward, but it did not excuse his filthy habit when working with food.
Could this be put on for me please Mr, Farmer, Think this is soooooooo, Sarah
Possibly the best letter ever to come out of the Inland Revenue….
Taken from the Guardian, an actual letter sent by the Inland Revenue:
Dear Mr Addison,
I am writing to you to express our thanks for your more than prompt reply to our latest communication, and also to answer some of the points you raise. I will address them, as ever in order.
Firstly, I must take issue with your description of our last as a “begging letter”. It might perhaps more properly be referred to as a “tax demand”. This is how we at the Inland Revenue have always, for reasons of accuracy, traditionally referred to such documents.
Secondly, your frustration at our adding to the “endless stream of crapulent whining and panhandling vomited daily through the letterbox on to the doormat” has been noted. However, whilst I have naturally not seen the other letters to which you refer I would cautiously suggest that their being from “pauper councils, Lombardy pirate banking houses and pissant gas-mongerers” might indicate that your decision to “file them next to the toilet in case of emergencies” is at best a little ill-advised. In common with my own organisation, it is unlikely that the senders of these letters do see you as a “lackwit bumpkin” or, come to that, a “sodding charity”. More likely they see you as a citizen of Great Britain , with a responsibility to contribute to the upkeep of the nation as a whole. Which brings me to my next point; whilst there may be some spirit of truth in your assertion that the taxes you pay “go to shore up the canker-blighted, toppling folly that is the Public Services”, a moment’s rudimentary calculation ought to disabuse you of the notion that the government in any way expects you to “stump up for the whole damned party” yourself.
The estimates you provide for the Chancellor’s disbursement of the funds levied by taxation, whilst colourful, are, in fairness, a little off the mark. Less than you seem to imagine is spent on “junkets for Bunterish lickspittles” and “dancing wh*res” whilst far more than you have accounted for is allocated to, for example, “that box-ticking fa