This evening, we put up the rest of our decorations. We may have gone a bit OTT, but what the Hell. Ceilings just don't look the same unless they're covered in a vast array of spangly shit, garish garlands and tonnes of tinsel. If you've left more than an inch of your paintwork uncovered then you simply haven't got into Christmas properly, that's what I always say.
In other news, a couple of our permanent residents at work are kicking off about the fact that some of their annual charges are going up next year. I understand that people are fed up with constant price rises and the profiteering that British society seems to be built on these days, but we haven't changed our fees since the start of the pandemic, and I think that's been incredibly generous. Staffing costs have increased, our bills have exploded the same as everyone else's and yet we've kept our charges consistent since 2020. You would think people would remember that and be thankful and react graciously when asked to pay a small percentage more in 2025 than in 2024, but no. They react by storming into my office and throwing the letter at me across the desk, even though I had nothing to do with the decision and don't have my name on the correspondence. Bless them. I smiled sweetly and invited them to find an alternative location for their home, if they felt that would be easier.
In other news, we've been trying Rian on some new foods and the results have been pretty spectacular. His undergarments are NOT a present you would want to be unwrapping right now.
RC 3-12-24
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