Wednesday, 30 October 2013

Cyclone? Anti-cyclone? Anti-climax......

By the time the storm winds had reached us up here in the fens, they were pretty well played-out.

Just as well, really, when you look at the lethal devastation in the storm's wake.

Precious lives lost........

Our hearts go out to all who were affected.

Yet it could have been so much worse.

Yes, after 1987, and Michael Fish, one could think the Met Office were playing this one up.

I don't think so.

We were warned.

People took precautions.

The fatalities seemed to be just Dumb Luck: a classic case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

When nothing happens, and there's no story, or something happens and the outcome is good, no-one thinks to say 'well done' to those who were involved, or thank them for the happy outcome.

There is a very big organisation in this country.

I work for it in my humble capacity as a hole-maker.

All we ever hear is the negative.

Never the good, positive stuff.

That's just 'You're doing your job, you get paid? What do you want? A pat on the back?'

Yes. The organisation I work for is not perfect.

But I will man the barricades to fight to the death to defend it.

And I cannot be friends with those who, in fear, anger, or rage at the dying of the light, heap opprobrium upon it.

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