You’ll be pleased to know that there were no further problems following the power outage my street suffered on Thursday afternoon. I did awake on Friday morning, however, to see that the huge cavern in the pavement, following the path being dug up, remained.

While enjoying a morning cup of coffee and breakfast, some workmen turned up to repair the damage. At first I thought an earthquake had struck or a tyrannosaurus rex was on the loose, as without exaggeration, the house was shaking!

I climbed the stairs to the landing, so I could look out the window at what was happening. Men in fluorescent jackets bashed the pavement with all kinds of heavy-looking, loud machinery. Their vehicle – a huge truck-cum-digger – was parked in the road. I don’t really know what it was, although suspect it was some kind of Transformer, capable of morphing into a robot.

The commotion didn’t last long. It appeared that the path had been fixed and the men got into their Transformer and drove off. All very well and good, but they let behind all the plastic fencing. What’s worse, it was dumped on our lawn! Did you ever hear Bob The Builder say “Can we fix it? Yes we can, but I’ll leave all my fucking rubbish behind when I’m finished”. No, he did not. Bob saw the job through, from beginning to end, in just a 10 minute episode.

Long term readers of my blog will know I am not Mr. Greenfingers. I don’t do gardening. In fact, the grass outside the house has been known to overgrow on a number of occasions. I have also spotted the odd nasty looking toadstool sprouting up every now and then. That’s not the point. I may be cultivating fungi on the lush meadow outside my house. Dumping all manner of roadside fencing could have seriously damaged my produce.

The fencing was later removed, leaving the marshland to flourish, while continuing to provide a public toilet for the local cats and dogs.