The Road To Un-Ruins.

The local highway men are currently dealing with a small mind's local road problems. These highway men are not to be confused with Dick Turpin and his ilk, although working on behalf of the local council, it is understandable for this misunderstanding to occur.

However they are working hard on the local pot holes to make the journey a smoother one. This is sadly causing certain problems for a small mind with his having to re-home his gold fish which had happily been living in one of the aforementioned pot holes, safely protected behind three "borrowed" road cones.

As is the councils want in these austere times they are doing the work on a budget and rather that repairing the roads fully, they are patching with obvious joins and feeble in completion evident. Much akin to old Rooney's hair as mentioned in a previous blog.

They are also going further with the cost saving, by using less aggregate to fill the holes by means of leaving several of the cars that have fell down the pot holes in the past.

This is all very wise money saving of which the poverty stricken and honourable Prime Minister would be proud. There is no worthier effort towards the Big Society, than to donate your car to the filling of pot holes.

Patchy suffers an aggregate loss. Double yellow lines always survive!

Another interesting side effect of the road works has been the rather haunting removal of cars from the streets one day at a time. Harking back maybe a hundred years looking down streets with no cars, awaiting a friendly horse pulling a cart. Seeing the worn and tattered tracks with their broken surfaces, gravel strewn instead of dirt strewn.

A world with no cars, just giant beasts.

I seized upon the opportunity for capital gain and the need for residents to move their cars for the work. I am now happy to say I have a car on the house roof, two motorbikes in the garden and a van in my front room.