Walking out of my house and down the road, a broken piece of pavement has been an increasing risk to me over the last couple of weeks.It got cracked when a stray Kia Sedona travelling down my street, managed to flip onto the path while attempting to escape local police, in an incident which made the front page of the Scunthorpe Telegraph.
I know of this Kia because in my later years of being a council employed traffic warden, I had to deal with this car's despicable parking on many occasions, and on many of these occasions it would provoke an argument.
This pavement has not only been the cause of one trip to hospital, after i tripped and managed to sprain a muscle in my lower back muscles, but has also been the cause of the use of nearly two boxes of plasters, where i have cut my ankles on the spiky concrete.
Taking more initiative than the council i decided to take action myself.
After walking to a local DIY store i bought myself some concrete mix and rented a cement mixer from a friend of mine, who after letting off of a parking fine, owed me a favour.
According to the council, private personal reconstruction of a public road is illegal.
Not only was i not allowed to mend the road, i have since cut my ankle a further three times.
I hate that piece of pavement nearly as much as the showbiz marriage between Vanessa Feltz and that ghastly Older Brother programme at the turn of the century.
That woman makes my blood boil.
I wish Rick Wakeman could shut her up.
I know of this Kia because in my later years of being a council employed traffic warden, I had to deal with this car's despicable parking on many occasions, and on many of these occasions it would provoke an argument.
This pavement has not only been the cause of one trip to hospital, after i tripped and managed to sprain a muscle in my lower back muscles, but has also been the cause of the use of nearly two boxes of plasters, where i have cut my ankles on the spiky concrete.
Taking more initiative than the council i decided to take action myself.
After walking to a local DIY store i bought myself some concrete mix and rented a cement mixer from a friend of mine, who after letting off of a parking fine, owed me a favour.
According to the council, private personal reconstruction of a public road is illegal.
Not only was i not allowed to mend the road, i have since cut my ankle a further three times.
I hate that piece of pavement nearly as much as the showbiz marriage between Vanessa Feltz and that ghastly Older Brother programme at the turn of the century.
That woman makes my blood boil.
I wish Rick Wakeman could shut her up.
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