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My Spit And Solicitors - Friday 16/09/11

I am very pleased with my DIY Sparger. Due to rain, I dedicated this as a brewing day. My 'spit malting' seems to have been successful, the proof will no doubt be in the pint.
For a while, I struggled with separating the saliva soaked barley flour from the wort, until I found inspiration in Dave Lines' "How To Brew Beers Like Those You Buy". I knew of various methods employed that would perform the task, but a picture in this book set my cogs turning. The result, 1 x muslin cloth courtesy of baby, 1 x surplus bucket, baler twine and my siphon tube.

The DIY Sparger.
With the mush slowly filtering, Frances and I jogged upto Simon and Jasmines with a rain cloud on the bombing run right on our heels. We made it just in time. When the grey squadron had passed I pruned some yarrow and heeded back home. Perplexingly, Frances elected to remain behind and help Jasmine tidy her son Cosmo's room!
She was gone all day too!

A letter arrived regarding the leisure centre from a solicitor. It was scribed upon council headed paper. This so called solicitor said "I am of the opinion..." - No Dice buster. My reply outlined that whilst outside opinions are ordinarily valuable, in this instance non was requested nor required. It wasn't even signed on behalf of the council or anyone for that matter. So, in reality, I received some random chaps two cents. Now, the council have had notice served upon them that they owe us in excess of £254,000. Thats money in the bank if they continue to use the same solicitor...
I grow weary of this debt based legal stuff. If they would only respect our rights. Apologise for their breaches of trust and contract. Why do we need to convert our issues into figures of currency before we're taken seriously?
Stop putting us in a box you can tick. Humanity, life, love cannot be boxed and ticked.

M Jones

Give Me An Order, I'll Give You A Bill - Thursday 25/08/11

A few small items worthy of note have occurred of late. Firstly, Council tax. Pembrokeshire County Council sent me a letter over a week ago. To which I replied.

"
Dear BUREAUCRAT ,

Thank you for your letter “Re: BLAH" dated 9th August 2011, received 12th August 2011.

In your letter you state that you “require further information...regarding the Council Tax”.

Mr WARLESS WARRIOR can confirm that a 'Static' Caravan was purchased. It was sited ... on the 28th of November 2010.
Mr WARLESS WARRIOR commenced occupation of a Static Caravan approximately 7 days after it was sited.

In your letter you request the following;

  • Please advise if you are the owners of the plot itself, or whether you pay rent to the owner of the land, also confirm who the owner is.
  • Please advise if Mr LANDLORD is living in a tent on the plot, and advise if he uses your caravan for washing/bathing.
  • Please advise if there is a stream or spring on the plot.

With all due respect, MR WARLESS WARRIOR fails to recognise how exactly the answering the above is of any meaningful consequence nor how it pertains to, or might inhibit the calculation of, any Council Tax Liability.
Mr WARLESS WARRIOR would like it noted that, in his opinion without evidence to the contrary, the above is a gross and indecent attempt by BUREAUCRAT OF PEMBROKESHIRE COUNTY COUNCIL to unnecessarily and unjustifiably invade the privacy of a human being, namely MR LANDLORD, by gathering and collecting information for as yet unknown purposes under false pretences.
Mr WARLESS WARRIOR hereby demands that within seven days of receipt of this letter, BUREAUCRAT OF PEMBROKESHIRE COUNTY COUNCIL, provide a full explanation and justification for the three requests made, showing exactly how the requested information is crucial, and inextricably linked, to the calculation of the Council Tax Liability of Mr WARLESS WARRIOR.
BUREAUCRAT OF PEMBROKESHIRE COUNTY COUNCIL hereby agrees that, should no response satisfying the demand made in this letter by MR WARLESS WARRIOR be received within the time frame allotted, PEMBROKESHIRE COUNTY COUNCIL will forfeit all future claim and right to charge/demand/pursue any form of 'Council Tax' from MR WARLESS WARRIOR.

Without malice, mischief, ill will, vexation or frivolity, in sincerity and honour,

W Warrior

AGENT. WITHOUT RECOURSE. NON-ASSUMPSIT. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

On Behalf of

MR WARLESS WARRIOR"


They haven't responded.

Secondly, yesterday, Emma received a threatening voicemail from someone purporting to be calling from a 'Registry Office'. This female, I believe called 'Joy' (She sounded far from joyous, so an ironic name no doubt) and said she would "Requisition" Emma and seek a Court Order.
The Government want title over our child and they appear desperate. They simply cannot force us. Let's look at the language.
"Requisition - noun: An official order laying claim to the use of property or materials.
Verb: Demand the use or supply of goods esp for military or public use" - wordreference.com 

As we know, every order is ordinarily met with a bill. A request can be denied.
If they issue a Court Order, I will issue a bill. It may be that I value the property they wish to obtain at 500 million pounds sterling, or units of functional currency within the United Kingdom of Great Britain. We will see if they wish to make a purchase.

Today Emma took our baby to the local health centre for a check up. Not a problem as she has an NHS number. Bang goes another myth that not registering your child is to deny them health care. Universal free health care, as the name suggests, appears not to be exclusive or limited.



The Erection Of Jude's Sun Dial.

M Jones

Croutons! - Wednesday 17/08/11

Frances nearly missed her horse riding engagement this morning. A consequence of living a life absent of alarm clocks and calendars. Late morning Nick and I set about processing firewood. Nick chainsawing, I loading the saw horse. This was brought to a halt after the neighbours complained of the interference they felt the noise visited upon them. The work was rescheduled and Kit and I took the dumper truck and a trailer down to the quarry to collect the recently milled timber.
Task completed, Nick and I returned to our mornings work during an allotted window dictated by time the neighbours took their lunch and would therefore be indoors. Erin slept through the chainsawing despite being only meters away behind caravan walls.

A life 'first' occurred for me at lunch when Emma warned me the bread I wished to eat with my soup had been found to be stale. So I diced a slice and chucked it in the frying pan. Croutons!

When Kit had finished doing paid site work, we unloaded the timber from the trailer. Wishing to lower the physical demands of our tasks we stuck a brand new battery in Kit's mothballed Volvo and took it for a spin around the site. Our last stop was to deliver some doors to Simon and Jasmine.
Whilst there I learnt that agents of the council had taken photographs of their house, inside and out, seemingly without their consent and were presenting them as 'evidence' against the owners. Of course even if consent had been given, tacit or otherwise, it can always be withdrawn.

Darren from peoplespublictrust.com kindly transferred some very useful information to my hard drive before he and his family departed Tir-Y-Gafel.

Sleep came swiftly...


M Jones


Hairy Mary And Lady Karma - Thursday 23/12/10

Up at 6:00. Damn body clock. Went out at 08:00 to clear the drive and pavement outside the house in exchange for grit. You're not supposed to use council grit on private driveways, but felt it fair considering the work I'd done. Did it predominantly for Emma's Nan who lives next door, but Emma's Mum had taken a fall the previous evening.
20 minutes in an Argos van went down and de ja vu kicked in. Eventually got them out too and tried my luck as I did with Fed-Ex.
Finished off what I wanted to do and came inside for a coffee. Just sat down when the sound of spinning tyres came from across the road. Hat, coat, gloves, shovel, coffee and out I went. Goodwill toward men and all that.
Walked down with Dianne to town to pick up the truck. Turned out it wasn't the alternator, was a loose belt and missing charge relay. A relay that had lived in the glove box since we'd bought it, as the previous owner didn't know what it was. Worryingly the mechanic noticed I was low on oil, the level just touching the bottom of the dipstick. Worrying as two weeks ago when I last checked it was just below the max line.
Still, god bless Lady Karma. The bill came to £75 opposed to the expected £300 +.
A Christmas cheque of £90 from a relative had cleared and that covered it.
Returned the favour of a lift to Dianne, then went on to my parents. Dad was concerned about picking up an Uncle from Bristol, so he took me up on my offer of driving them in our truck.Seemed fitting as it was this Uncle who'd sent me that cheque. Arranged to go back tomorrow and do the run around 13:00. Went on from my parents to see my best buddy Luke. His folks were very amused by my new winter hairiness.
Bloody knackered and starting to feel the effects of this cold I've picked up.





Parents New Wood Burner.


M Jones