The Street

So three weeks ago the local council sent out fliers stating that our road would be resurfaced.

They said work would commence on Thursday, 14th of February and would take 4 to 5 days.

The workmen turned up early on the Thursday morning and began skimming off the old road surface.
They worked quite quickly and, by the time I arrived home that evening, the old surface had been completely removed.

Great, I thought. At this rate the work will be over in a flash!

We haven't seen the road crew since!

They were a no-show on Friday! Rumour has it that they didn't come so as not to interrupt the rubbish collection.

And I didn't expect them to work on a Saturday or Sunday (even though they did when they did the street opposite us).

But where were they on Monday, Tuesday and today (Wednesday)?

Sick of waiting and having a bumpy and gravel-covered street.



Addendum: It's Thursday and they've arrived! There's an abundance of noise, but after at least three hours work (I use the term loosely) nothing seems to have changed.

An Update and a Rogue E-Missive

"Don't eat the fish!" I said.

But did they listen?

No they bloody-well didn't!

I've been looking at an empty goldfish bowl for a week now.

I miss Rex and Sylvia!

So ... anyway ... things are moving!

Yes, I know the garage wall moves, if you give it a nudge, but that's not what I meant.

I mean, of course, that in the next few days we are hoping to have our garage roof repaired!

I can almost hear you all a-whoopin' an' a-hollerin' with delight! Believe me, it has been a long time coming. Not the whoopin' and hollerin'; I meant the repairs, although I welcome the whoopin' and hollerin' too.

At first there was the money issue, which was solved by a number of unsolved bank raids across the length and breadth of Wales. Then the weather conspired against us by being, as British weather tends to be, rather unpleasant. Now, the only obstacle is the roofer himself ... we have to wait until the end of the coming week for him to finish a job, then it's our turn.

Other news?

Well the only thing worth mentioning is the fact that I received a rather nasty email and, thinking it was from a relative, I opened it. Within the blinking of an eye Outlook had sent out over thirty emails to people in my contact list. It was only then that I realised that for some reason Norton had de-activated itself (everyone said "I didn't do it!" when I asked them if they'd turned it off).
From what I gather, once opened the reader would be asked to re-enter their email password to confirm something or other. Hopefully no one fell for this and deleted the email without giving out any secrets. To anyone who received one of those nasty little e-missives ... my humble apologies!

It will not happen again ... he said hopefully!

Doodle