Hey everyone … I am back! My old ‘puter finally said “enuff” (it is not quite at “no” yet) and I couldn’t get into the edit mode in my blog. I have alternative access now courtesy of a laptop for the Community Council which should free up space and let me get back to daily blogging.
I will have to look back and see what I need to update you all on but to start with what about a wee bodice ripper of a local saga?
Life can be challenging? well we all know this. The past two months have been horrendous with building work getting done in the properties on either side of me. There is noise for 12 hours every day; there are vans littering the pavement outside – usually outside my home and neither of theirs and the contractors are rude! I have had to ask for my garden waste wheelie bin back – and it got thrown over the wee fence, breaking a window box on the way and was still full of plasterboard rubbish. I wrestled it back to where it should be, emptied out the rubbish and returned it from whence it came.
Then I had to take action to protect my home from repossession – details will have to wait since it is subject to complaints and another court hearing. I have been continuing my volunteering – just organised a Christmas Market and I still have to go along to the Job Centre.
The noise next door continues and they get to wreck the appearance of a lovely traditional old cottage. Then last week – as everyone is getting fed up with having to walk on the road because vans and contractors are taking up the pavement I came home from a day of busyness and appointments to find the contractors had been in my garden to do the render on next door’s extension. The next day they had been in again to do the roughcasting and in the process had broken a sheet of glass, trampled over my temporary cold frame (fortunately empty of seeds at the moment) and splashed cement and roughcasting everywhere including on my beautiful clematis. Livid does not begin to describe my state of mind.
My neighbour had contacted the Local Authority to ask for the parked vans to be addressed since they were causing problems getting in and out of their driveway. I was told by a Councillor that it was a police matter and we should call them when there was a problem. So on Thursday when there were four vehicles parked outside including 2 illegally close to a junction I called the Police. I explained that with the harassment and aggravation I had experienced I did not want to be identified and was assured that they wouldn’t do that. She asked me to get registration numbers and I said I couldn’t see them because it was foggy.
So 45 minutes later a Police Constable knocks at my door! I told him that I did not wish to be identified and he claimed not to know that! He had told two of the van drivers to move their vehicles and they did so – turning round and driving along the pavement behind him to park facing the traffic. I observed that they had infringed two traffic laws and he made excuses and went away. I sent an e-mail to the Chief Inspector because I was even more livid than I had been two days previously.
To date no response and for the past 4 days no further sign of the Police despite more and more traffic infringements going on. This morning the Police parked their sexy big Range Rover outside my house and went in the direction of the traffic infringing van next door and then left and now I yet again have a van outside my house.
I am not unreasonable and I understand that renovations need contractors and their transport but for 9 weeks now they have had an average of four vans a day outside – the family cars are parked in the side road so that is often 6 vehicles per house! At weekends we can have 9 vans queued up outside.
Could someone please tell me at which point I actually became valueless as a human being that I should have to put up with all this and not expect the Authorities to do their jobs? Tomorrow I will blog about “The Work Programme” … you will be needing a flask of tea, a large box of tissues and to make yourself cosy – because if you have not experienced this gross waste of taxpayers money personally I promise you will cry and laugh before you are outraged at what our Government is doing.