Friday, September 09, 2005
I know nothing...
One of the truly delightful things about country life is the way in which people are prepared to bend the rules and protect their own from bureaucratic meddling. One of our local groups runs a lucky number competition that was apparently not properly registered. Not that anyone around here knew or really cared. We all knew who ran it and knew the money went where it was supposed to be going.
Some inspectors recently stumbled across evidence of the operation and tried to find out who was running it. They were met with bewildered expressions, shoulder shrugs and wide-eyed denials of any knowledge of the culprits. How very frustrating for them but how very reassuring for all of us. D
Some inspectors recently stumbled across evidence of the operation and tried to find out who was running it. They were met with bewildered expressions, shoulder shrugs and wide-eyed denials of any knowledge of the culprits. How very frustrating for them but how very reassuring for all of us. D