On Wednesday afternoon, I spotted a workman coning off the road outside our house – he coned a stretch of about 50 yards, maybe.
I went out and asked why – “water board are digging up the road tomorrow, love”, he quoth. “All cars gotta be moved by 9.30”. We have only recently finished *weeks* of disruption while some incompetent company dug up the village to replace the gas mains and the pipes to the meters; in fact, they’re still digging at the other end, so this brought forth a little gloom. However, it transpired that it was for next door’s benefit, as their water supply and stopcock were buggered up by the aforementioned gas diggerers.
I asked if he was going to leaflet the houses to tell them why they couldn’t park – no. He had spoken to the “young girl in there” (indicating next door) and she’ll tell everyone.
She didn’t of course, and so there’s one car still parked there. However, it doesn’t matter as, inevitably, no diggers have turned up. My guess is they’ll arrive at 2.30 this afternoon, make a start, and leave us all with no parking (and probably no water either) till Monday.
Still, it all makes work for the working man to do.