…..'A sense of humour lends you poise, it gives you balance and it helps you to bend without breaking'…..

(HH Pujya Gurudev Swami Chinmayananda)

Menoportable [men-oh-port-able]; the condition of adaptability

Oh boy. Those of you who read yesterday's post will be prepared for the little bit of menoloop that is about to splash all over this page... 'scuse me whilst I face the wall for a minute ... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay. I'm okay. I am an adaptable little buddy.

That bizzo with the roof over the Hutch and its stair pals? Boy has that taken a spin. Suffice to say, I needed to be sure of my 'ground'. Started researching  (and most of you know I'sa not-so-paltry sniffer-outerer) and the thing grew like topsy. Turned out there is not only a Housing (Scotland) act of 2006, it is there because of the Tenement Act of 2004, and both came about because of the aging of Scotland's tenements and the severe lack of care and attention that many of them get. Whilst many, perhaps most, are privately owned, it does not mean that council is hands off. There is an equivalent of 'duty of care' for such places and owners are responsible for it. It's all there in (very lengthy) black and white print.

Which is all very common sense really and pretty much what I expected, to be honest. However, I needed to do this because if one is going to go into battle, one had better be jolly well armed, trained and backed up with full force. Talk about learning curve.

Cutting the story short, I called a meeting of owners last Friday evening. Two did not attend. The four present were sufficient for quorum and, in and around lots of letting off steam and my continual, quiet reiteration of the guidelines which keep us within guidelines, there was agreement and togetherness by close of proceedings. Full minutes taken, printed and signed, letters to various parties created, actions to be taken understood. We four, at least, parted with smiles and a sense of understanding that working together is the way to go.

Methinks I may be able to rub off some of my adaptability upon them - but I may need some wall-screaming time in the process. It keeps me sane; and adaptable.

End of menoloop. Thanks for listening.


  1. That was like the proverbial beating your head against a brick wall!!
    They have not had guidance for so long and probably became accustomed to mistreatment...NOW they see you are there to make a difference.
    For sure let us be you sounding board.
    Hugs madi and mom

  2. it's good that you found the way... working together is such a way and I cross my paws that this way leads to success ...

  3. Some things are probably worth screaming about. Although it would be nicer without obviously!

    Good luck with all that needs to be done.

  4. Oh my I need you here on my street for a house sold and the person who moved in came screaming at my door first at Janet then at me. Seems they want to start a business on a residential zone street ~ their trucks and all. A neighbor called them out on it anonymously and I got to here her ranting for twenty minutes. She left screaming there was always a way around the law. I honestly need a tranquilizer. To many people think only of themselves and don't love their neighbors as my sign in my yard said ~ oh which someone took. Yep it is a time when we truly need Peace.
    Thanks for being a friend
    Sweet William The Scot

    I read your post about your ancestors and their gravestones. I love visiting cemeteries and looking at the stones. We signed up for Find A Grave and try to help people search for their ancestors markers and take pictures and post the info on that site.

  5. I hope your walls are thick so the hutchmates do not get and earful! Namaste Janice (((xxx)))


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