The bastards have hemmed me in again.
I got a note through the door yesterday to say that the council are going to do some roadworks. They are going to lay a watermain, and are going to start work on the 9th of December. They said there would be disruption, and they apologised for the inconvenience.
Yesterday was the 8th, so I thought I’d head off and get some things done before they started digging holes everywhere.
I headed out, and drove straight into a set of temporary traffic lights. The fuckers had forestalled me, and put them up early.
They obviously know of my love for temporary traffic lights, because they timed them to stay red for about ten minutes, to give me plenty of time to admire them.
They have also programmed the lights to turn red whenever they see me coming, as I discovered on the way back.
Along with the lights, they have also put down dozens of traffic cones with little yellow lights flashing on top.
I was going to get annoyed with all this carry on, but I says to myself ‘Fuckit. It’s Christmas.’
So I collected their traffic lights and all their cones and brought them to the village and decorated the place.
The village looks quite fetching now, with its rows of flashing yellow lights.
I put the traffic lights at the entrance to the village.
That’ll stop the council coming in and spoiling the fun.