dig dig dig

For the past few weeks, someone's decided it would be a good idea to dig up our road*. First it was gas, then BT, and now they're resurfacing.

The first two attempts at digging brought bedlam. How could the area's car-going commuters cope with the worst stretch of their journey being reduced to one lane, weaving all over the place, and irresponsible placement of temporary traffic lights. It didn't matter to us, we don't tend to drive and it certainly made crossing the road easier.

Last night, 8 o'clock came, diversion signs went up and traffic cones were laid, blocking the road. The people who had left their cars in the car park across the road were blocked in. Then the noise started.

Between the sound of reversing vehicles and the general removing of the road surface, I was ready for it to end by 10. Then there were the buses and cars, stopping to argue with the workmen because they couldn't take their chosen route. Funnily enough, it was the buses that were the worst. In some ways, it was a relief to go to bed and shut the noise out.

And we have it all again tonight.

*We live on the corner of the one way system through the town and the main route into the town from the South. It's chaos every morning, or any other time the traffic starts to build, for that matter.