The weekend (or rather, the absence of)

Dear Diary,

Their impatience reached new heights yesterday at that... place. One driver, a conscientious young man, well educated, softly spoken, from good family, phoned the store to tell them that there was a fire in the middle of the road. That was all the information I received. As it turns out, from the scraps of gossip which fly around, there had - seemingly - been a road accident or collision of some sort, perhaps a biker had come off at speed. I am unsure if anyone was hurt (badly) or not. Possibly the same accident caused the roads intersecting three main villages to stop.

The older thug was astounded that this driver even bothered to call, more so that the young man did as the Fire Brigade had told him: to stay put until they arrive. This orc, this thug, this impatient Eastern European born of the meanest stock, was only concerned with getting deliveries made on time. Not humanity. Not safety. Not well-being or concern for life. Now, had this happened in the mud-splattered village where this plump Pol Pot had grown up in, surely the thug may have been concerned if everyone was alright (after all, these are the people he grew up with, his friends and family), but he isn't in the backwoods and swamps of Eastern Europe any more. He's in Britain, therefore he doesn't care about the people here (unlike native born Englishmen).

I distinctly recall the time I was ordered to stand still at my post when a fire had started. I remember thinking: is this a reasonable order? Or, is this like Grenfell?

I also recall the time when another member of staff had a heart condition, and was working so hard that he began to get heart trouble. The thug barked that he must continuing working. Is this reasonable? What of compassion? What if the man had suffered a heart attack and died?

Since then that same person has left. He told me once that in another store nearby where he was working, a fire had broken out when a piece of machinery had burst into flames. The bosses, as soon as they heard what happened had only one question: when can you start making money again? They did not ask, "Is everybody okay?" This is the way these people operate. They are dictators, unconcerned with human life (except their own).

Is it reasonable that a Latin scholar that holds a master's degree, should have to put up with the orders of these foreign little brutes? Of course not. But this isn't Elizabethan England: it's Dark Age Britain. Here, ignorance is strength. Here, there is no reason. Here, there is only slavery.