ROADWORKS, bad weather and gloom are sending me mad.
No sooner does one set of roadworks close down than another springs up in places you thought unlikely. Temporary traffic signals suddenly appear, guarding nothing of apparent note.
There is one short stretch of narrow road I use where the only thing causing an obstruction are the traffic lights themselves.
On top of this we get more appalling weather that suits only people with web feet.
Even the folk who live on a hill haven’t been spared.
My mate Charlie, who lives near Castle Hill, said a dip in the ground near his home had filled with water. Could somebody be digging a moat to keep him in?
Murky weather means shorter days and it’s still another month before the clocks go back. I’m getting fed up already and winter hasn’t even started.
Years ago, if I needed cheering up during dark winter months, I would get a load of holiday brochures, close the curtains, turn up the central heating, put on a pair of shorts and a bright shirt and switch on every light in the house with extra lamps in the living room. Don a pair of sunglasses and I was in the Bahamas or Benidorm at an instant. Not any more.
Now since the Government banned proper light bulbs. Now all you get is a glow from those useless power-saving alternatives that are as dim as a Toc H lamp. Even moths boycott them.
This combination is giving me depression and what I need to alleviate the symptoms is a good dose of sunshine and warm weather.
Do you think I could get two weeks in the Bahamas on the National Health?
