Once upon a time a little very poor shepherd girl of no means, even less brain cells and a passion for self promotion, called “wolf.”

There was in fact no wolf, at all!

“But I live in the “Kingdom of Plaskitt in the Borough of Leamington Spa – I own a hovel there, you know”, she claims. “Thus you know the truth according to the King”, she asserts.

“But madam,” the civil servant claims – “truly there is no wolf in these parts, you are surely mistaken I submit.”

“Mistaken” (“MISTAKEN” echoes King Plaskitt) says the little shepherd girl – “I see a wolf indeed I do, indeed several who are about to devour me and eat me all up.”

“And do these beasts of devouring flesh have names”, asks the Civil Servant? “Oh yes” interjects Mr Plaskitt, King of Warwick and Leamington (as was). “They are Henderson, Williams and numerous others such as the NCSC/CSCI, Happen Fostercare and a whole host of others who generally have it in for my subject.”

“Really?” replies the bemused civil servant. “It is that bad?”

“Oh yes” says the little shepherd girl – these wolves are fearsome and intend to do me harm.”

“But why little Shepherd Girl would that be?”

Little Shepherd Girl – “don’t ask fucking technical questions – besides King Plaskitt tells you what to do.”

Civil Servant – “but King Plaskitt and Little Shepherd Girl, I see no wolves, although I shall smite any who remotely look like a wolf, any who indeed might have the name Henderson or Williams, just in case. Because the King and the ugly princess order it – I will send out the forces of the GSCC, Ofsted and any other stupid fucking idiots willing to listen i.e. jobsworths”

Little Shepherd Girl – “I am not ugly!”

Civil Servant – “Correct, I was wrong, you are both ugly and fucking evil bastards!”

“But what about the wolves” exclaims the little shepherd girl?

Civil Servant – “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the ugliest of us all?”

Civil Servant – “take a look you ugly bastard – see a wolf?”

Little Girl – “yes but what about the wolf?”

King Plaskitt – yes but what about the wolf?”

Civil Servant – “let us begin at the beginning……..”

Civil Servant – “the little girl got eaten by the wolf because s/he (the wolf) got very fed up being demonised for otherwise behaving themselves very professionally; little girl gets churned through the gut of wolf and deposited as “crap” on an indistinct pavement in Leamington (sorry, Royal) Spa.”

Shit – end of story, well not quite.

Any association between this fairy (or horror) story associated with Mrs C of Leamington Spa and others is entirely at your behest – who the fuck could make up this story?

What big teeth you have…………….

Wilt

Mrs C of course continues to access Regulator Watch and other websites via her “tiny” mobile phone – her eyes must be straining. We hope it hurts, a lot. Whilst most of us were busy with work, seeing Macca in concert, taking the kids to the park or the beach, or otherwise taking in the sun, Mrs C sits in her dark place Googling or Yahoodling , Mrs C was busy doing nothing other than accessing the web and checking out Wilt (and others in her sights) – a very very, very, sad person – she will be…..for sure.

Not long now……

Wilt

We have news that a certain company in Salop, have some news to announce – very significant news it seems, but it is unlikely to emerge until late Tuesday, or Wednesday 30^th June. It seems, things are on the move. Oooooeeeeerrr!

We wish them well, If Wilt predicts correctly, not a lot of luck is needed. It seems to impact also on the former Directors of Happen Fostercare (not the current owners or Directors). It seems their long held combined plans are coming together, Tuesday 29^th June – a day and date to be widely recorded with a wide press release. The earlier hoped for launch on the Tuesday the previous week proved unrealistic in the end.

Keep an eye here for a major progress report which redresses independent social care service provision – hello Eric Pickles. Nice man.

Wilt

Well, Mr & Mrs Wilt (less Salty Dog) took a trip to Cardiff to see Paul McCartney in concert at the Millennium Stadium – and boy was he brilliant. Wilt hopes he is as fit as him at his age – indeed he wishes he was as fit as him now!

Salty Dog, in the care of Ms Wilt this weekend, take notice please!

Several encores later he (Paul) performed non-stop for three hours. And what a nice, unassuming and grounded man – what an artist!

What a venue, and Cardiff is such a great city – the people cannot do enough for you, and so kind. Not only was there Macca but also the Armed Services Day, with HMS Kent, those brave, brave servicemen/women of all forces past and present marching proudly (rightly so) with an armada of helicopters and the Red Arrows flying overhead.

It, seriously, brings a lump to your throat – at least it did mine.

And the weather – just brilliant! Befitting the city, the people, their warmly welcomed guests and the service people who, in many senses, outshone Macca, but only just.

What a birthday present for Mrs Wilt – she is very grateful, thus Wilt can get away with dozens of misdemeanours for months, even with PMT as a factor! Hence no nagging Salty Dog for guiding Wilt astray down the pub. “It aint my fault darling, it’s the dog – Wilt does the same when he farts, but Mrs Wilt has learned to distinguish between those “aromas.”

It is great to see how well Wales has developed – for so long a time (several hundred years) the Celtic Welsh fringe has struggled with little economic prospects but has now flourished (big time)  and continues to prosper – excellent, they deserve it as much as any Irishman, Scotsman (except Gordon Brown) or Cornishman (Welsh by any other DNA).

What a weekend!

Wilt