Potholes

I hope a row about potholes isn’t about to flare up.

We live on a road which is mostly unadopted which means it isn’t maintained at public expense. The homeowners are responsible for its upkeep.

After a few bad winters recently, several potholes have begun to appear in the road. There is one at the start of the road which everyone has to drive over or around, one on the border between us and next door which everyone except three households has to drive over or around and one at the top of the road (we live in a cul-de-sac) which affects only 6 of the 14 households, and even then there is usually a 4 x 4 parked over it so no-one has to drive through it anyway.

We found out yesterday that one of the householders has sent a spiteful, anonymous letter to the people who live in the first house as you enter the road (number 1A). It demands that they do something about the pothole outside their house or risk being sued for damage to vehicles as a result of driving through the hole. I had assumed that the letter had come from the people who live at the end of the road at number 10. These are people who treat the road like a race track and intimidate learner drivers. It seemed to be the sort of thing they would do.

However, number 10 is affected by all three potholes but we didn’t get a letter about the hole outside our house, nor did the people who ‘own’ the hole further up the road. Surely we would have done if number 10 were the letter-writer? So, some of the residents are suggesting that the letter was sent by a household which is only affected by that one pothole. This would mean the people at number 13.

The difficulty here is that the people at number 13 are too open and above board to stoop to such underhand methods. At least, I would assume they are. I might be wrong about them.

The daft thing is, the relevant pothole is in the part of the road which is adopted. It is, therefore, the responsibility of the local authority to fill it in, not of the people at 1A.

The thing that annoys me most, though, about this is that the letter is not, strictly speaking, anonymous. It claims to be from “the residents” of the road. One household has sent this letter claiming that it’s from the rest of us, and it isn’t.

This was a cowardly act and it’s left me feeling a bit on edge.

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Noisy Neighbours

Why are people so loud?

Twice recently, once last week and again on Sunday night, my next door neighbours were out for the evening.  On both occasions they got back at around 11.00pm and, both times, I was in bed, trying to sleep.  Bear in mind that this family includes three primary school age children.  Why were they out so late on two school nights?   And why, when they got home, didn’t they respect the fact that it was late at night, most of the neighbours would probably be in bed?  Car doors were slammed and no attempt was made to keep voices down.   The children were allowed to laugh and shriek, loudly, which was no surprise, really, as the mother is the loudest of the lot.  A loud shouty voice and language that would make a trooper blush.  

The couple opposite are no better.  The husband runs a burger van and every morning at about 6.30am he gets a delivery of bread rolls.  The delivery driver turns up in a diesel van which he leaves running and he has the radio on at top volume while he unloads the bread.  If the husband is around he’ll go out for a chat which competes to be heard against the radio and then when he leaves at 7.00am he sounds his horn as he pulls out of his drive to let his wife know he’s going; his wife who is standing on the doorstep waving him good-bye.

I don’t want to fall out with any of these people.   We live on a small cul-de-sac where everyone (with one notable exception) gets on well together.  For all that she’s loud and sweary the woman next door is otherwise pleasant and friendly and although she and the dad give the impression that they’re dragging rather than bringing the children up, the children are beautifully behaved, friendly and so polite.   The couple opposite are also lovely people.  Helpful and friendly and always willing to do anyone a favour.  Just a little aside here: some months ago he asked us if we would take delivery of an ebay purchase while he and his wife were on holiday.  It turned out to be a Landrover tyre which sat in our hall for a few days until they returned.  The normal ‘gift’ for this sort of favour would be a bottle of wine or similar but, as we are teetotal he rewarded us with a box of industrial bin bags which he acquired from the neighbouring Town Council.  It’s the thought that counts….   So we want to remain on good terms with our nearest neighbours.

I guess we’re just going to have to learn to live with the noise.

Here’s Marbles: