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Roadworks Still Going On!

It seems like I've been writing about the roadworks outside my house for months.  It took them months to dig up the road, and equal amount of time to lay a new sewer line.  This has been going on since like September, and OMG we still have the bulldozers roaring outside the house, day and night.  What is going on?

To make matters worse - some of my readers may remember that there is an open drain outside my house which was left uncovered because the local authority had knocked down our wall and we didn't know what to do.  Well the local construction workers think its a public property.  They are poor people who have no place to stay.  They constructed a tap beside our drain.  They all have baths there and - horror of horrors - wash their dishes their morning, noon and night.  I feel sorry for them, but it's a bit much, really.

The road outside our house is like a dirt track and walking to the local shops is like a nightmare.  You have to ask yourself : 'do I really need this packet of milk/loaf of bread/box of matches.  There's dust everywhere.  Our road looks like a wasteland at night.  Piles of building materials everywhere.

Will this ever be over?  I keep asking myself that question.  I long for the day when the bulldozers and the construction workers will move on and these days will be a distant memory.

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