ROLL UP, ROLL UP ! For the Pothole Lottery

Good morning dear reader and welcome to another day at Comb Towers. The snowdrops are out but it is still grey and gloomy and spring seems far away. Recently the temperatures plummeted and the frost and snow lay deep and crisp and very uneven. Several nights of heavy frost were followed by deep snow, followed by more frosts. Absolutely lethal to try and walk on and even more injurious to our tarmacadamed roads. Eventually the ice and snow melted away, breaking up the tarmac and leaving deep potholes in our roads.

Cue the local council to send the tarmac wagon and road menders round. They make great play of putting out their no parking cones around half the village and shut off complete roads at a time. Wow, so we are all under the illusion and yes I do mean illusion that soon all will be well and the road council fairies will wave their magic wands and all will be well. Our roads will be shiny and new again.

Ha ha, I wish. First of all, said workmen disappear altogether for days on end leaving their no parking cones scattered everywhere. |ndignant householders then shift them out of the say so that they can park outside their houses. Eventually the workmen stroll back into the village, ready for action and start all over again putting the no parking cones out. Having messed about for ages doing that they then proceed to fill in a few potholes. But, dear reader, how I wish I knew what went on in the road mender's heads. Talk about random! I’d love to know what criteria they employ when deciding which potholes to fill and which ones to leave. Do they toss a coin and if it’s heads they do and tails they don’t?

I am feeling particularly incensed as there were two horrible holes in the road just outside our house. Unfortunately, I had to go out just as they had started work further down the road and naively I imagined that upon my return all would be well and there would be holes no more. Well I was in for a big disappointment wasn’t I? The potholes remained unfilled and not a workman in sight. I drove around the village seeking them out but they had vanished, presumably back to the council depot - never to return.

That’s what they think. There’s nothing like face to face interaction.I’m going to pay them a visit with a few photographs and ask them if they would like to have to manoevre around that lot every day. Hopefully they won’t say they would love to and they might pay me a return visit. Wish me luck, dear reader, I might win the pothole lottery yet.