2018-04-04 13:31:07 UTC
Under such circumstances, the s/w’s could really let their imaginations run
riot and we could enjoy some preposterous and very unlikely story lines;
Things such as:
The local squire suddenly realising that he had sold his family fortune
down a poisonous river for a ‘happorth’ of tar today.
A veterinary practice that handled cats, dogs, gerbils, cows, horses and
any other furry creature that scurries, yet not need nursing assistance,
accountancy advice and services, reception staff - in fact no staff to
assist in any way.
A landlord who walked into the job by default of marriage without any
knowledge beyond knowing how to pour intoxicants down his own throat.
A business tycoon who fails to observe the most rudimentary guidelines in
running a business.
A jumped up dairy assistant who could overnight become an expert in the
manufacture and marketing of kefir whilst knowing all the finer points of
illness and allergies and how to treat them with kefir.
A lazy good for nothing daughter of the squire who’s only expertise is in
wheedling enormous sums of money and parcels of land out of the family
whilst erecting yurts and running a wellbeing and beauty parlour without
having staff or the need to put any time or effort into running the
enterprise - including paying no heed to HMRC requirements or keeping any
records yet miraculously being able to whistle up a comprehensive set of
pie charts, profit and loss predictions in full colour and all this with no
more than the odd five minutes of application to the work. Oh! And having
the ability to proffer advice to others on being a good mother and
childcare guidance despite having wrecked her own marriage and with
children by various fathers.
Having a family organic and health foods enterprise that can capture all
the local business - so well planned that the purchase of some goats
producing milk is not discussed with the cheese maker in the team. The pig
man can just toss aside the hard earned merit of being organic and fly off
around the world leaving his duties to .... no-one!
A retired academic widower who welcomes into his small home a loud-mouthed
untidy pig-man’s assistant with his ‘ripe’ workwear that is dumped in the
doorways and who has never realised that housework is a ‘shared’ activity
In fact, it is just as well The Archers is a FOTWD and no such preposterous
story lines are featured..... err.... isn’t it???