Good Day but Hopeless Transport as Usual

Mykel has kindly sent me some snaps of his new grandson, Findlay. Good name.

Great day for the pensioners - the magician was very good and the singer, chosen by Romy, went down a storm. The lunch was cold cuts and salad, and there were tea and cakes later, and a small raffle. The only problem as usual, was transport for the people in wheelchairs etc.

Dial-a-Ride had been fairly hopeless, as expected, and Ruskin transport had sent two separate cars for the people instead of one, presumably thus losing all their profit since this had been pre-paid. They also kept forgetting everything and Romy phoned them several times, to the extent that finally she could not face speaking to them, so I did. Of course, by this time, they had got their act together.

This transport problem is ridiculous in London. Everyone seems to take advantage of disability, in that they either don't bother to show, turn up an hour late, or just lie and pretend they have been. I think with Dial-a-Ride and Comcab, they get paid anyway so have no incentive to do their jobs, and Ruskin appear to have a monopoly, so the same applies. People won't complain because they are afraid of being victimised. If only we could set up our own transport for our people, with a tail lift vehicle and a couple of reliable drivers, which we could allow other organisations to use when not required by us. Oh well.