27th Feb - lights

The weather is improving daily. Warming up nicely as far as I'm concerned.
Unusually, my train is cancelled at Kelvedon. This one does not normally have problems other than running late sometimes. The next one is timetabled to get to my changeover a minute after my train to Braintree leaves. Bad timetable planning which is why I aim to get the earlier one. The train is late and I wonder if I'm going to get stranded for an hour. Luckily, the new franchise holder for the railway seems to have a sensible approach. They have held the train to help people like me. Nice move. I'll have to write and tell them that I appreciate the approach!

The Pv panels to generate electricit have been installed and appear to be working. Unfortunately, they have put the inverters in the roof void and we will have to build platforms, handrails, inspection hatches, access ladders and lighting so that they can be maintained. I'd suggested that they be put in a store room out of the way and more easily accessible. We now need to figure out what to do but neither of the managers of the panels are in to help make a decision. I make some recommendations but its agreed that we leave it for a day.

I'm still plouging through the finances of the project. I estimate that I have £300k left in the budget and it is fast disappearing.

I then have to look at the dreaded lights on the ground floor with the team of 8 people with 9 preferences. The managers are still being prats and not grasping the issue and dealing with it. We've faffed around with the light controls and they are now asking that we move the lights in the ceiling. I remind them that it might be easier to move the people to positions that do not give them problems. The woman who gets severe migraines because it is too bright has a window seat and seems determined to retain it although she is having problems with brightness. It seems a no-brainer that she is moved to a darker part of the office but no manager wants to take the decision. I leave it with Fred to move the lights later. 'Right' said Fred. Bernard Cribbins would squirm!