I am just back from the village.
I have noticed a few changes around the place since my last visit way back last Sunday.
First of all they have fucked up the road at the end of the lane. About a year ago they went to great trouble and expense resurfacing the road. They stripped it right down and laid a lovely smooth covering of asphalt. It was lovely. If nothing else it made life quieter as cars no longer crashed over the old potholes and dodgy manhole [sorry – personhole] covers at the end of the lane. Obviously they decided that this was all too good for us mountainy plebs because they spent this morning resurfacing the road again with tar and chippings.
The council have also been fucking around with the village. Someone has gone ballistic installing bollards and painting yellow lines everywhere. There is no apparent reason for this apart from a huge sign in a derelict shop window saying that the council were rearranging everything in response to Covid-19. The logic of bollards helping viruses completely escapes me but that’s the Council for you. What really pisses me off is that they have stuck a fucking big bollard and two yellow lines in my usual parking spot. Cunts.
But the big news is that the coffee shop is open. I had a mug and a smoke and long chats with he owners, the staff and some regulars. Life is actually returning to normal. They all wanted to know where Penny is but I had to explain how [and why] Penny was at home. I had to promise to bring her down before the week is out.
So it’s the first day of July. It feels like the start of the year as the previous six months have been a complete fucking washout and are best forgotten altogether.
Happy New Year everyone.