So I had a leaflet through my door this evening from my 'neighbourhood council' welcoming me to the newsletter ~ there were no cocktails or hor's d'ouvres so I was not impressed already 
On the front page was a very rough map of where in my town I live ~ thanks for that I am now secure in the fact that after a night out I can get within a mile of home.
In the middle pages (it was more an A4 page folded in half) I learnt that we have 3 middle aged persons that have been trained to use the speed indicator device (SID
oh the humour), we have 'Rangers' that will clear vegetation from growing over traffic signs (the amusing thing here is whoever put the leaflet together reversed the photo so it made no sense) and included last years 'town in bloom' winners. I have a flat with no garden ~ why not give me a paper cut and rub lemon juice into it?
On the last page, however, I am assured that I am very lucky to have my own dedicated tree warden who I can contact via The Clerk. I don't have a garden, I don't have a shrub, I don't have a window box ~ for crying out loud I don't have an indoor plant or even a bloody cactus. Why in hell's name do I need a dedicated tree warden
Does anyone else suffer this patronising crap?

On the front page was a very rough map of where in my town I live ~ thanks for that I am now secure in the fact that after a night out I can get within a mile of home.
In the middle pages (it was more an A4 page folded in half) I learnt that we have 3 middle aged persons that have been trained to use the speed indicator device (SID


On the last page, however, I am assured that I am very lucky to have my own dedicated tree warden who I can contact via The Clerk. I don't have a garden, I don't have a shrub, I don't have a window box ~ for crying out loud I don't have an indoor plant or even a bloody cactus. Why in hell's name do I need a dedicated tree warden

Does anyone else suffer this patronising crap?