‘Twas on a Monday morning…..
A few weeks ago an entirely different saga unravelled. A local gas company arrived in our road, telling us they were replacing all the old underground, cast iron, pipes with new plastic ones. I watched as the diggers arrived, excavating swathes of newly-tarmacked road and pavements all around us. Barriers were placed across our drive, preventing us from getting the car out. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Completely unannounced, a digger then began unearthing our expensively-gravelled and planted front garden! I complained. The response? “Don’t you want to us to keep you safe?” I replied “I’ve looked all along our road and ours is the only property where you’ve dug up the front garden. Why?” He replied “You’ve got a T-junction, supplying gas to all your neighbours. But don’t worry. We’ll put all the gravel back afterwards.” Soon the customer relations man arrived, who blithely said “Oh, they made a mistake. The T-junction isn’t in your garden at all.” My response was unprintable. The roots of my plants had all been disturbed for nothing and the liner ruined! Fast forward. We’ve now been compensated but we’ve had to go to the garden centre for more plants and re-plant them - at our age.
….it all makes work for the working man to do (Flanders & Swan)
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