The sick “safety” culture is getting worse every day.
Last night we picked up the kids from creche (yes another creche story). I handed the manager a signed form given to me by my wife. She was full of praise-we were the first family to hand the form in.
I found out later what it was for.
Apparently it’s a big treat at the end of every day, for the kids to all walk hand-in-hand to help take the daily rubbish to a bin about 40 metres away.
This is apparently a “safety” risk, so all kids had to get signed parental consent to make this dangeroous journey.
No signature, no walk.
This morning I went to a food warehouse for work. As the checkout operator was about to scan two cans of olives, she asked me to move them and said “we’re not allowed to bend“.
Apparently Occupational Safety and Health has deemed that any bending is “verboten” as it might damage the poor girl’s back.
This stuff makes me cringe.
I grew up fishing and hunting, fighting and throwing rocks and cow turds at the neighbourhood kids.
I nearly drowned several times, I had to jump off a railway bridge once, with a train up my arse.
We used to shoot each other with slug guns, fire arrows and sky rockets at each other, throw “bolt bombs” down our street and shoot rabbits at night on rough terrain perched on the bonnet of a landrover.
I was nearly killed several times as a kid, but never even broke a bone.
I was actually pretty mild, for my era and my area.
I want my kids to grow up in a world where risk is encouraged.
Risk is good. Safety sucks.