One of the joys of being on holiday is that I am away from the road chaos at home in Derbyshire. Sewers wear out at some point in 200 years and so we must expect our journey to work to be blighted by temporary traffic lights and men whose trousers fail to cover their bottoms. Cones go up and the traffic stops. It is just that simple.
It is irritating to sit in traffic cooking in your own sweat and even more irritating when your journey is gridlocked not once but three times in the space of two miles. You wake up to see your street resembling a World War One battleground with mud and debris everywhere with of course the avoidable damage. In this case numerous stone walls knocked down by over enthusiastic diggers.
Fortunately this is only the water pipes and only the water supply has been disrupted. I wait for the cut in power or severing of the gas. However, the troughs at the top and bottom of the road make it impossible to move your car between 8.00am and 5.00pm.
When I get hope home I hope the disruption will be over. But you just know that this will not be the end of it. Not only are the sewers buried but so are the telephone lines, gas pipes and electric cables. So at some point the road will be dug up again for some sort of maintenance work.
Why don’t these organisations get together and dig a hole just once and complete all the work in one go?
Then of course we have the disruption caused by cable television. I do not subscribe and never will do. I find it very difficult to find something worthwhile to watch on the large number of free channels that are currently available to me without paying for 100’s more.
My friend has cable television and in his view watching reruns of programmes which weren’t funny 30 years ago and are still not funny now, all day news programmes presented by cheesy people, game shows that are so bad you think 3-2-1 was actually quite good and shopping channel after shopping channel its just not worth the money.
I don’t really watch the television and only have a licence because I own a TV and can’t be bothered to argue the toss with the licensing authorities. But most importantly I refuse to let my money be used to dig up your street. It’s just not sociable. At least the BBC doesn’t do that.