As a Companion Assistant, I do the evening/night On Call duty 2 or 3 times a week, which means I have the ‘On Call’ mobile, to respond to any calls from Companions - or to ring for help in a huge emergency neither of which, I’m glad to report, has so far arisen.
So imagine my anxiety when it rang to announce a text on Monday - well Tuesday morning, in fact. 02.38, to be absolutely precise. One of the Companions fallen ill, my bumbling waking thoughts ran - who, what…how…? Oh heck, how do you get to the text messages on this system? This - no there - ah right…
“Your credit is now £58.03 and you have 22 free texts before 10th February…”
Aaaarrrggghhh…. I need this in the middle of the night? If natural justice prevailed, the inventors and implementers of this “service provider information” known to me as a refined form of harrassment and torture, would have been standing in icy rain about 100m from their front doors, having set their fire alarms off through the heat caused by their ears burning from the invective I was heaping on their heads by around 2.41am, once my heart had calmed down and I realised nobody needed an ambulance.
Well, that’s my Rant of the Week off my chest, so let’s turn to the Community. We have had the delightful Emmaus UK trainer visiting, providing training of many and various kinds for us, as a result of which we are awash with Certificates, which is very nice. We have really got back in the swing of having a lot of visitors, so we were some 20 for Tuesday lunch and on Wednesday one of our Volunteers had a birthday to celebrate (and believe me, when it comes to a chance for Chocolate cake, over and above there being a Wednesday in the week or an ‘r’ in the name of the month, we take our celebrations very seriously!)
On Thursday we had a 2-hour Business Meeting, which was very productive, and I hope it was helpful to our Trustee Lorna, who has bravely stepped in as interim Business Manager until a new one is appointed.
Since I have had a couple of days off, I feel it’s like a protracted holiday, which officially begins on Saturday; I am going up to visit “Sn-oreburns’ as Emmaus St Albans is fondly known for a few days.
With work starting on the warehouse soon, I have raided the building site for Useful Items for the Allotments - bricks and concrete blocks for the terracing, wire netting and - joy of joys, a wheelbarrow has suddenly made an appearance. To it’s surprise, it is off to a busy new life in pastures green. Ok - not pasture exactly, and more of a muddy brown at the moment, but I’m sure it will be happier, than being empty and forgotton on a building site, anyway. This afternoon the van crew kindly took it all up for me, since I could take the bricks up on the bike a handful at a time - but 6′ 6″ sleepers are a little beyond me, never mind thinking how I could strap the barrow - which I’m glad to report has already done a couple of trips between our two patches, and works brilliantly!
So after four hours of digging and spreading sand and compost, chatting to the robin, being shouted at by the parakeets, fixing gaps in the fruit cage netting and taking some wood bark and kitchen peelings down to the far allotment, I made my way home, mucky, exhausted - but very satisfied with the day’s efforts indeed; thanks for your help, Van Crew - I certainly couldn’t have done it without you!
Take care, have a good week, Elizabeth