It's been 15 days since I had a whinge to our local MP, and the dozy cow still hasn't responded or done anything about my problem.
All she has to do (or someone in her office more likely) is pick up the phone to the local plod, announce who they are and state the problem. Most plod will stand to attention, salute, and order the youngest pube (probationary constable) outside to clean up immediately.
Problem solved.
The lazy dingbats in her office though haven't lifted a finger yet. It's not like they're equipped with rotary phones that might chip the varnish on their fingernails - they just need to punch in the numbers and bark some orders.
Christ, they could even walk out the door, turn left, stroll 100 metres and talk to the plod face to face. That's how close the office is.
How on earth did we manage to re-elect this Labor government?
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