From the wilds of centerparcs our intrepid reporter has this…
Look you. I’ve been up to my eyeballs for weeks and it’s been dull as ditchwater around yur. Sorry.
I feel I should oblige with a post. I’m not feeling mad inspired though. I had a whole host of things I was desperate to write about, but which fell by the wayside as I prioritised clients and cases. Now I can’t recall what they were, or if I can they don’t seem so important. I’m not sure if that is the 2 back to back 75 hour weeks or the shock of my luxurious accommodation in the centerparcs estate (although, as it turns out “luxury” is a relative term, along with “fully fitted kitchen”).
I can tell you this. There is an anxiety building. Rather late, and rather slow burn – but it is there. Over recent weeks I have had a number of pointed emails ranging from gentle pointers towards an item of interest, to a direct request to cover an issue of concern that my correspondent is reluctant to cover themselves. They relate mainly to the direction of travel in relation to adoption policy and in relation to the modernisation programme (in particular 26 weeks and experts), along with the bigger issue of governmental attitude to the family justice system. But I don’t seem much out there by way of direct challenge to what is happening and what is proposed.
You know this people, but it warrants enunciation :
- Rumblings of discontent will change nothing.
- Passing the buck to me will change nothing.
Say it now people or forever hold your peace. You are not wrong, but don’t rely on me : I’m only one person. And right now I’m focussed on the lions of Longleat and water rapids. Next week I will be focussing on keeping my head above water in a more mundane sense.
Step up to the plate.
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