Our family-run care company has been bought out. We humble carers have been put up on the selling block, bound in economic chains, and flogged off to the highest bidder from amongst the gathered mass of masters. And the winning bidder this time, the infamous Société de Explotación. Or Sodexo as they coyly call themselves these days. Infamous for the horse meat scandal, running awful private prisons and conduct which a UK judge recently declared amounted to torture. The most rapacious of the speculating, free-wheeling sweaters and ha'penny skinners. A letter arrived for everyone announcing the takeover and with several decrees and commands from the new masters. From next month everyone will be going weekly paid. There will be changes to how our holidays work. Arrogance and insolence from start to finish. A mass consultation meeting lasting one hour to be held for each of the three branches, where they'd consent to answering any questions we might presume to bother them with. Signed HRH Head of HR The hand of Kremlin intervened in the matter. There was a sharp exchange of emails, eventually leading first to HRH confessing to "recognising the legal position" and then being forced into ignominious defeat and confusion, with all three consultation meetings abruptly cancelled a few hours before they were due to take place. Since they'd hired the rooms and had to pay all the staff anyway, the meetings went ahead, but converted now into 'team meetings'. The mood amongst everyone hugely improved. Towards the end, who should show up, but a cowed and sudued HRH himself who has come "to introduce himself". As I'd guessed, he was about 28, designer stubble, earring in each ear and a black polo neck. He announced there would now be elections to find a staff rep for proper TUPE consultation. I am surprised and delighted to tell you that it seems that your humble correspondent may be in with a chance of being chosen to be the rep. At least judging by how my comrade carers all bowed their heads, pointed at me and muttered "he's our spokesman" when in the executive presence. In fact it seems I may even be selected to represent all three branches. Amazed and delighted! Once the meeting was over I strolled over to introduce myself and shake hands with the new master. When I tell him my name is Kremlin, he giggles nervously and it seems he already knows which one I am. My local line manager told me later that he had been nervous about meeting me. I was able to put him at his ease though and assure him that if we get a move on and the "consultation seeking agreement" negotiations required by law under way, then the takeover needn't be delayed by too long. I told him that although they'd got off on the wrong foot, we all want a prosperous successful company with happy management, happy staff and happy clients. That can only be achieved through cooperation with the carers delivering the service - not through decrees from on high. He nodded furiously and pumped my hand. I'm his best mate now. So now he's sorted, I need to get in with the big boys who can make decisions. This HR bloke is just an overseer. I am relishing the struggle.