Now close your eyes and try to imagine the following - thirty-something, American, eccentric, no business sense whatsoever, horsey, unworldy, has pots of cash, born-again xtian female who smells of horses, living in Dulwich wanting to open a children's home based on therapeutic lines with a manager who is and I quote "Creative - either artistically or musically or failing that a sportsperson" This is the delightful Tracy.
You can now open your eyes. Try to erase this vision of loveliness from your mind. I've been trying to all day. The woman's a nightmare - I had a twenty minute conversation with her this morning where she absolutely failed to understand that if you're trying to run a care home the thing that comes first is the people who you are being paid to look after instead of listening to some gibbering idiot on the end of a phone line who can't decide what she needs.
Anyway, I decided in the face of it that a professional opinion (I'm allowed - as a registered mental nurse) of her sanity is required and here it is: She's completely and utterly Upminster - so far beyond Barking she's on another planet (for those of you who don't understand look at a map of the London tube - follow the green line all the way to the right)
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