When the Government hacked a great big chunk out of my water-delivery pipe on my pump which I installed on my farm dam which I built, then filled the gap with a water meter so it could effectively charge me the same rate per-litre as people in town who are connected to the municipal reticulated water supply I said to myself;
“GOF, something stinks in Paradise.”
(Paraphrased in the interests of blogging decorum)
After several weeks of
shit-stirring crusading and making a public nuisance of myself to draw attention to what I viewed as gross inequity, two bureaucrats suddenly showed up on my doorstep last week to find out what the curmudgeonly old thorn-in-the-Departmental-side bastard from the bush was carrying on about.
One gentleman was not in good enough physical condition to walk all the way down the 500 metres of track (200 vertical feet) to the pump site, but after the other one had huffed and puffed his way back up the hill they concluded that a meter was not justified, but that the legislation provided very few avenues for exemption. They drove off into the sunset to consider what options might be available.
Yesterday I was given permission to remove the meter.
Thank you to my local friends Mike and Roz who, during their last visit, rekindled my sense of outrage after I had accepted the meter as a fait accompli.
Thanks always to Inga for being a comforting source of wisdom beyond her years.
Thank you to all my blog friends who cared enough to take time out to give me moral support to take on The Establishment.
It is also appropriate and proper that I give due credit to those two decent public servants who acknowledged the injustice and found a legislative loophole through which I could squeeze myself and my rustic water supply system.
Today, GOF’s Paradise is once again perfect.
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PS I will also be returning this beautiful marker post which mysteriously disappeared from my front gate just minutes after it was installed to provide navigational guidance for meter readers.
I located it deep inside the adjacent National Park jungle.
Being blue, I’m blaming it’s disappearance on a Bower Bird who must have seen it as the ultimate decorative accessory for it’s bower.
You just can’t trust some animals round these parts.