It is small consolation for those still waiting for money. But one of our reader has penned a poem about the RPA and delays:
Come on Mr Benn get your offices sorted out,
Build one of straw this time; build one that's not so stout,
Environmentally friendly, insulation without compare,
Can be fed into its own boiler, when refurbishment is there,
Do it Mr Benn, do it for mankind,
Renewable renewals grown on our own land you can find,
Help us to help you, cooperation to cut back,
All those overheads you inherit, give some of them the sack.
A dedicated person to deal with our own claim form,
Except when they're on holiday or off sick n' can't perform,
Trust us Mr Benn trust us with your cheque book,
Get the money where it belongs, mistake you later look
Could do without all these forms, that were filling in,
One a mistake and it goes, bottom of the bin,
Ring to find out information, five options listen to,
Then they ask for ya SBI, nine digits read back to you,
Could do without printouts, that are misleading and all wrong,
Whole lines that are missing, a field it does belong,
Bar codes to stick on every paper, that you have to send,
Sketch maps for part fields, got to sign and amend.
There's numbers for every thing, for this that and tuther,
Field numbers map numbers, farm references to cover,
SBI and there's IACS, vendor as well,
PI and a Trader, and Stewardship numbers to tell,
A blend of every complication, regularly emits,
Consistency is very rare, though updating it exists,
So come on Mr Benn get your office sorted out,
Try to give us confidence, n' see what your about,
Clear your desk of backlogs, pay us up to date,
Let us get on with work, which is inside our own gate,
Food and fuel getting short, let us fill the empty plate,
Be proud of what were doing, before more of us vacate.
Fred Waterfall,
Yews Farm, Seighford, Stafford