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Emma Bellemy
Acknowledgments
With fondness, love and grateful thanks, you all
know who you are.
Id applied for the new role in the South West with its
eye watering salary on a whim from The Appointments
section of The Sunday Times not really expecting to get it
but a few months on, having scraped through the interview
process by the skin of my teeth because of the nine points
on my driving license a near ban and a story for another
day I found myself flat hunting with a short list of criteria
for my perfect location.
Over a wet weekend in early January, Id pinpointed
Exeter and made an offer on a waterside apartment with
views across a small boat yard to the quay which allowed
me to hear the clanking of the halyards in the wind and the
caws of the sea gulls overhead. Together with the salty
whiff from the water, it gave me a sense of the allimportant living near the sea.
Several of those around me were privately very
concerned about my bid for freedom including my current
female boss Barbara who we more commonly referred to as
Battle-Axe Babs. She was a no-nonsense unmarried shrewd
operator whod fought her way to the top only to hear the
death knell of retirement which was proving to be a more
slippery opponent than anything she had seen off in her rise
through the ranks.
She was a big woman with a penchant for flowery
blouses and elasticated waists which gave her an air of
nostalgic reassurance, engineered to conjure up fond
memories of how our grannies used to treat us. On her part,
this was a carefully cultivated illusion to make us work
hard to gain her praise but more importantly, it signalled
that we could confidently spill our guts and she used the
information gleaned to dazzling effect. It was clear to me,
though not to everyone, that it had provided her with the
political leverage to manoeuvre herself into a position that
was practically unassailable, except for the small matter of
the looming enforced retirement.
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