I’ve turned into one of those people who complain about things all the time. I email the supermarket chains’ customer service people when I get bad chicken at the deli. I contact advertisers when I think their TV campaigns are inappropriate.
Last week I contacted a councillor when Hunter tripped and skinned her leg thanks to a nasty hole in the footpath outside her preschool.
I just got a message that someone from the councillor’s staff has inspected the footpath and was ‘surprised at what a big hole it was’. She’s asked council to do something about it and will get back to me when she hears what course of action they’re taking.
Feeling righteous is a practised art, but if you don’t ask, you don’t get.
UPDATE: Leigh picked up Hunter from preschool this afternoon. The footpath was fixed.