Well I’ll Go to the Foot of the Stairs
Yesterday, after a rather dull afternoon on duty, I went out to a meal with a group of my Organisation friends. Amongst them was one of the most senior uniformed members in the area. Now, normally I get on very well with this person (who I will christen TopBoss, because the people above her don’t count…), but everything I have been hearing has suggested that she has been getting in the way of us taking the bikes and making them better.
Needless to say, bikes came up at the meal (as they do…), but, unexpectedly, it was TopBoss who brought them up. By saying that she was getting us some shiny new equipment. To be precise, a set of miniaturised medical gas bottles and a lightweight, compact defibrillator that’ll actually fit in the panniers properly. This is kit we’ve wanted for a long time, as it makes our lives so much easier on duty. It’s only enough for one pair of bikes, but that’s a lot better than the nothing we expected to get.
It turns out, despite what we’ve thought, TopBoss is very much in favour of the bikes, but normally has too many other things she needs to buy to spare any money on a set of bikes that rarely get used. Which is really good (and a great relief).
Of cause, this means we now have only one person to blame for the state of the bikes, but he’s someone we can’t do anything about until the restructuring happens.