By Eck it is cold down here in north Wales, although very cosy indoors. Even Salty Dog looked outdoors and said to herself, “can I play Frisbee indoors today.”

Salty Dog had a walk with Wilt on the beach whilst Mrs Wilt soaked in the bath with a rather large glass of wine. Lovely sunshine but Gawd is it cold! Outside I mean.

Anyway Salty Dog, Wilt and Mrs Wilt are having a few days off and returning mid-week next week to attend to business – in the mean time a few Ciders, G&T and anything else we can throw down our gullets. Oh and a few further at the club Bar and the Marina.

After a long week in Court a long weekend away is what is needed – however Wilt does have to do those finishing touches to his next Court report and email it off.

The clubhouse and the marina bar both have excellent meals tonight – the chef at the clubhouse will give us a discount provide Wilt turns up in reasonable attire. ‘Look mate, I have been in reasonable attire all fucking week, and I shaved too – now don’t you fucking start.’

Well several more contracts have come in – this post Baby P work is phenomenal. Wilt kind of feels guilty that he is picking up so much work in the wake of such a tragedy, but what do you do? At least what I do has some merit, quality and expertise and it is not intended to be exploitative and not in the case of some intended to exploit one self’s image on the back of a devastating child murder – if reader you recognise yourself in that description, then so be it. Shame on you of Royal Leamington Spa, both of you.

Well, the locals are getting very tense about the Wales – Australia Rugby game tomorrow and I might just have to go into town with a few of them to watch the match on a big screen in the Prince of Wales – I will be sporting a Welsh flag behind my ear, only cos if I do not I may get lynched. If Wales lose, I will get lynched! Gawd help me. Nah, lovely people these Welsh – honest!

Actually, they are really great folk and excellent company, especially with a beer (cider) and a good rugger game.

Mrs Wilt is talking about taking a walk up Snowdon – yes dear, you do that! I will take Salty Dog to the pub and wait for you to return. Salty Dog loves lager, any variety as she is not fussy. Ever seen a drunk dog? Everyone wants to buy her a drink – what about me Wilt protests. “The dog is better looking they say.’ Mmmmmm!

So Mr Ferkin Balls has a human side/? We suspect not. He still looks like an evil bastard and has a few serious questions to answer from the Sharon Shoesmith lawyers, as do Ofsted.

It seems he wants us to become Royal social workers as in Royal College of Social Work (or some such name). BBC article here: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/8383920.stm

So Wilt is off to visit Mrs Smith: ‘Hello Mrs Smith, I am Wilt.’

Mrs Smith: ‘Fuck off.’

Wilt: ‘Now look here Mrs Smith Ed Balls is a friend of social workers and I am Royal.’

Mrs Smith: ‘Fuck off.’

Wilt: (thinking he would like to say something similar) ‘I repeat I am Royal, you cannot say that to me.’

Mrs Smith: ‘Go fuck yourself.’

Wilt: ‘ah, progress. Could I talk to you about little David?’

Mrs Smith: ‘Who the fuck is Ed Balls?’

Wilt (crossing fingers and gritting teeth) ‘Oh he is a nice man at Parliament in charge of children, schools and families.’

Mrs Smith: What the fuck would he know?’

Wilt: ‘Oh an awful lot really, and he really cares’ (Wilt keeps his fingers crossed).

Mrs Smith: ‘Fuck off.’

Wilt: ‘Is there any possibility we could talk about David?’

Mrs Smith: ‘Who the fuck are you?’

Wilt: ‘I am Wilt.’

Mrs Smith: ‘Fuck off.’

Anyway this goes on for several hours – does being Royal make a bit of difference. Um, no!

Here are some further articles:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/politics/2009/nov/27/ed-balls-future-social-workers

AND

http://www.guardian.co.uk/society/2009/nov/27/ed-balls-social-work-reforms

We do need to have a College incorporating the functions of the GSCC and Scie – do we need to be Royal? This is just simply Balls trying to buy back votes from an ever sceptical profession who think Labour give a shit about social work. They do not and are fucking incompetent. Ferkin Balls of course thinks he is fooling us and besides I thought Royalty tended to ‘gift’ their names to a cause, by invitation. Not because Ed Balls thinks it is a good idea.

Which Royal will give their name to social work? No doubt someone we have never heard of and has no fucking interest whatsoever – a bit like Balls.

Well, it is election time – lots of mad ideas get postulated. This must rate as one of the most bizarre.

A final message from Mrs Smith:

Mrs Smith: ‘Tell Ed Balls to stop exploiting David cos otherwise I will cut off those items by which he is known, spherical and in the plural.’

Wilt: Sorry?

Mrs Smith: ‘Fuck off.’

I am really looking forward to retirement.

Wilt (from Wales)