Hanging on by a thread
My very existence is under threat.
At any moment I may be disconnected from the Interwebs.
This is day eleven of the ten days they estimated they would take to rebuild my lane, They have finally gotten around to actually removing the old one. So there is a large digger outside my gate removing any access I may have had and reducing the lane to a pit.
It’s noisy. There is the constant drone of a diesel motor and the crashing and banging of a bucket tearing up the lane. The worrying part is that the bloke driving the digger is wildly swinging his machine round and missing my overhead cables by inches. One misjudgement and I am dead as far as the Interwebs is concerned.
I wouldn’t be too bothered. Am I really so dependent in the Interwebs? I suppose I am when it comes to purchasing anything. I ordered a large grocery delivery which is supposed to arrive today. That’ll be fun if there’s no lane. Maybe the delivery van can negotiate the sub-foundations after the diggers have gone? Anyhows I have enough whiskey, baccy and fags for a while so I have no need for any further orders of anything.
The worst part about losing the Interwebs is that Herself would lose her radio. That would be a major catastrophe as she would miss Joe Duffy – a right wanker who has a phone-in programme every afternoon. I hate the sound of him, so I’d be delighted but Herself wouldn’t. I don’t know which is worse: Joe Duffy or Herself missing Joe Duffy.
I don’t know how much longer this little job will take. Presumably they have to lay the foundations of hardcore which will have to be flattened and tamped. Then they have to lay a surface on top of that. Another day? Another two days?
I’m looking forward to not being woken at eight every morning.
As they haven’t cut off any of your services yet, I’m guessing they aren’t anywhere near finished!
“Another day? Another two days?”
With projects of this nature, you can get it fast or get it right. Seldom do you get both.
Of course, it is possible that you will get neither.
You have my sympathy.Our local road is having a cycleway/footpath run alongside it and this has been in progress for 4 years and counting. Fair enough, the path runs along the side of the harbour and has required a realignment of some of the rail track as well as building up a few bits of causeway, but the way in which they sequenced some of the work beggars belief. Now just as the raodworks show signs of finishing, the railway have decided to upgrade the level crossing just around the corner from me. The crossing which has been around since the railway was first built in the late 1800s just had flashing lights and gongs to warn of approaching trains.Fair enough since the trains consist of a few container wagons propelled by a shunting engine at walking pace, slow enough for even the slowest pedestrian to get out of the way.Now we are to have road barriers in addition,my wife and I wonder how the townsfolk have managed to survive for all those years without being mown down by a rampaging engine.