Holding me to Rantsome (no that is not a typo!)
I finished last night with the Polis at my door?
Now okay I did not mind the nice young policeman chapping my door even though it was late evening (and with my two boys I didn’t feel unsafe answering the door). But I got to thinking then about how much those roadworks are impacting on my life:
Monday it was so noisy I had to go sit outside on the Commonty to hear myself think (although of course I couldn’t hear myself and sitting outside in the pollen was probably unhelpful). The noise of the pneumatic drills has stopped but now we have the hum of the generator operating the traffic lights and cars sitting idling outside all hours of the day and night. At 2am I had someone outside waiting for the traffic lights with their car stereo belting out …
I didn’t even get told the roadworks would be on this week nor how long for and so far they have sat for two days with no activity going on. The roadworks also involve holes dug in the pavement so taking he boy through to their walk is interesting … made even more so by the sign and cones which had been moved and left against/outside my porch so I could barely get out and the barrier which had fallen down – so that had to be sorted before we went off anywhere.
On the way back with the dogs I was faced with two adult males on bicycles on the pavement – so I had to move the dogs off the pavement or get run over. If you cannot safely cycle on the road don’t cycle – you do not have right of way on the pavement and certainly not to shove pedestrians out of your way!
When did everyone decide that they were above everyone else? that common courtesy and consideration were no longer necessary? My neighbour is having an extension built and I am the default goto for her roadworks when they cause problems. People chuck litter out of their car because they cannot be bothered to find a bin and their clean car is more important than our clean earth. Pavement hogs think they have right of way and Mr Disco on Wheels obviously thinks we all want to “Kill the DJ” in the early hours?
Just anti social and loutish behaviour and we wonder why our communities are failing?
Then I took myself off to see Evelyn – I appreciate I have not visited for 3 days and that at 85 it is easy to become increasingly impatient with things not happening quick enough BUT in front of another visitor I was greeted by “Oh you have bothered to spare me a minute then? go on ask me how I got on at the hospital on Friday?” “Why will you tell me something different to you told me on Saturday?” “No … oh so it is only a few days since you popped in?” I understand, really I do and love the wee auld wifie BUT I have a life too!
The boys hold me to ransom too – but their ransom fee is a walk – which I enjoy (apart form the selfish cyclists) so here are some pictures: enjoy – if you want but don’t feel you have to look if I have taken up too much of your time already; I appreciate your visit today and hope you will drop by when you have time.