Bit bored & unable to settle to work today

so let's have a catch-up on a couple of aggravators that have featured. (Btw despite appearing that I'm in a grumbly, I'm actually not. All three updates qualify for the theme of "This is so bizarre it's almost scripted for black humour television!"

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First up, the mate I tried to shake off the other day. It seems I really don't *do* tactful at all, because it's energised her into a big long chatty email, plus more joke emails. (sighs..) Back to hitting the ignore button, I guess ;-)

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Mooney the Loonie has slowed a little in his mad pursuit of turning his glorious 50 acres into a dump. Selwyn District Council took two months to reply to me, and the letter is such a work of art I might have to dig it up and reprint the whole two pages here, just so you get to laugh too. Whomever wrote it needs to pull their brain out of their rear orifice and try again, and this time actually address the issues. Some of the more amazing lies told in this letter were that Mooney was in the process of building a shed to hide the clutter (what, a 50 acre shed?), that he was taking cars OFF the property daily (um, no..), and that it would be all cleaned up and pretty by July (snort!). They also claimed that there was no fire risk, no unsightliness, no public hazard and definitely no damage to nearby property values or enjoyment.

They must have said something to Mooney though because he's still going around saying when he finds out who dobbed him in, he's going to kill them.

Btw, I can call him Mooney now because one of the more amusing things to come out of this is that his name is not Mooney! It may be the name on the letterbox once (now changed) but the only similarity it holds to his true surname are the first two letters. I guess he must have found a discarded letterbox, thought "Ohh look, it's a little like my name" and couldn't resist the bargain.

In the mean time, he's earned himself a nickname that has resonated throughout the district, and he will forever be known as Mooney the Loonie, no matter what his real moniker is ;-)

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The police continue to amaze us with their ennui over the crims at Amyes Rd. In a totally separate incident, we were pushed off the road on our way home on the night of my birthday. As Wayne swore, reacted & protected, I grabbed the phone and dialled *555. I had the licence plate of the offending 4WD, and that's all, but it was enough to lay a complaint of very dangerous driving with the Comms officer who answered.

Now here's where the link comes in... she gave me a PRN number (basically a complaint file number) and advised me to check the progress of the complaint online at www.police.govt.nz . See the irony here? A mere traffic complaint INSTANTLY generates a PRN number, and you are told how to get updates on the complaint and its resolution.

Get off your heinie and spend the day in town swearing out complaints, and when you ask for the PRN number you are told "One hasn't been assigned yet". I knew at the time that cop was going to throw our complaint in the bin the second we were out the door, and this was borne out by the "we lost it" comment when Wayne checked up some weeks later.

Well it seems they've lost it again. Catch me as I reel in shock!

I guess Wayne was right again - the police only care about what's happening on the roads, because that's where the revenue is coming from. Cynical, sad.. but apparently true. No wonder this tart gets away with her thieving again, and again, and again... Clearly she's never been caught speeding, LOL!