Finds campfire storytelling riveting and not for the first time
It turned out that the ‘dodgy knee’ I referred to last week was an attack of gout. People think gout only attacks toes but sadly this is not true, and an attack to the knee is quite immobilising (and hurts!)
Still, I made it to Hounslow House to meet with the chair of the Lampton companies for our regular update. She’s really got to grips with things and with her influence together with the new interim MD the companies are making progress across all fronts. I had two options for the evening – Hounslow Cycling or the ‘thank you’ dinner with Ruth Cadbury following the election campaign – but I decided the better part of valour was to go home and put my leg up.
  This continued over Friday and the weekend with Pegasus  decidedly out to grass. I did venture out once or twice  in the ridiculous car and was somewhat amazed  when a woman said to me ‘what a beautiful car’. I think it was last washed  about October and has a particularly fetching set of footprints – could be a cat  but I think it’s a fox – over the bonnet. But I agree with her, and it’s  probably why I hang on to the ruddy thing instead of getting a sensible Toyota,  or giving up having a car altogether. Mind you, not as beautiful as Pegasus,  especially with the Louis Vuitton-style seat cover I deploy to keep my bottom  drier (dry would be an overstatement).
      

      
On Sunday evening the knee was just about fit for me to drive up to Acton, where a friend of mine had asked me to accompany her to a storytelling evening at a rather stunning pub called The Rocket. These storytelling evenings are really riveting, and people have such complicated lives. I signed up to tell a 50 word story about the time when I was fired from my job at a city solicitors because the senior partner Sir David Wilson thought I looked too ‘windswept’. My (blue, and made in England) passport picture from 1978 gives a clue, though I had shaved off my beard by then.

  
I immediately got a new job working for Honeywell in Brentford and that’s where the whole thing started to go off the rails. Anyway, I’d recommend a storytelling evening to anybody – details here: https://www.campfire-storytelling.co.uk/
        Monday was free of meetings so the old leg got a bit more  rest, though plenty of emails were pinging around, about Watermans Park,  Brentford FC, flytipping, bins, potential skateparks, HMOs, faulty intercoms,  child protection, damp, subsidence etc.
        
        Tuesday I had to go into Hounslow House but the knee was  still not up to cycling so I drove again. We had a formal board meeting of  Lampton Development LLP (I’m just an observer) lasting not long, then a meeting  of the cabinet and senior officers to run through a number of matters, many of  which will come to the public cabinet meeting on the 17th, lasting  long! Main thing for me was  Lampton and  Coalo companies where we reviewed their performance reports (all pretty much on  track) and their new revised business plans for the coming years, which are now  looking very robust. The staff of the companies have done most of the work and  the MDs did most of the presenting. Obviously I will be seeking to take the  credit except if any difficulties emerge, which will obviously be down to  management, not me guv.
        
        On Wednesday I was more or less back to normal in the leg  division (as Peter Cook described it here 
 and it being a pleasant morning I set off to cycle to Hounslow House. Of course  by the time I got downstairs it was hissing down. My waterproof anorak kept the  top bit fairly dry but I became distinctly soggy in the leg division and with a  mild splatter of mud in the backside division. I suppose somebody could have  described me as windswept by the time I reached Hounslow House but bedraggled  was my adjective of choice. I had a lengthy and informative session with the  assistant director of environment and one of his officers, talking about the  long list of changes we are busy implementing – some announced, some not quite  ready. We are confident these will make a big impact on getting this borough  cleaner (and greener, but cleaner is my department). We have to contend with  Purdah (aka the Pre Election Period) where we can’t really announce anything  for about 6 weeks leading up to 7th May as we might be accused of  buying votes with a litter picker.
        
        On the way in I spotted this plaintive message on a flytip  by the Lion Gate to Syon Park (where there always seems to be a flytip). I  asked for this to be investigated recently and I’m not sure of the outcome.  Great message which I’d love to act on, but unfortunately it’s a bit hard  without an address :-).  And of course there’s no address because an address would likely attract a  fine. Catch-22 rules OK.

        
        In the evening I went to see some residents who are unhappy  about planning permission granted to their neighbours for modifications to  their house. I was advocating dialogue and compromise but that suggestion  didn’t seem to hit the spot and we parted on unfriendly terms. These matters  are difficult, because any development might cause some upset to neighbours and  planners have to balance that against the rights set down in planning law and  the local plan documents for an Englishman/woman/Scotsman/Frenchwoman to  improve his/her castle.
        
Today, Thursday, post blog I have to go sit in my daughter’s flat awaiting a surveyor to come and have a look at a problem with one of her windows. Then a Junction 2 meeting at Boston Manor Park in the afternoon, and planning committee this evening. I have a feeling I may get to be bedraggled again.
Cllr Guy Lambert
March 5, 2020
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