Cash Strapped Councils!

Quietly minding my own business in Inverness today when a herd of Oompa Loompas appeared. There were sixteen of them, a supervisor, two city ambassadors and a town centre manager and 5! vehicles. They proceeded to wash an area of precinct for about two hours (no bigger than half a tennis court). One of them had the vain glorious task of trying to brush water uphill. What a farce, and their vehicles blocked off two streets  - one woman trapped at the end of a one way street by their transit tippers remonstrated with them and was rewarded with a gormless shrug of the shoulders.

But you know me, never one to interfere. I  could not help it I had to challenge this nonsense. It turns out a lorry had entered the high street by way of one of those automatic dropped bollards, as it passes, a sensor automatically raises the bollard again, but a car had followed the lorry through and the bollard punched a hole through it's petrol tank. So a fuel spill, that would be a game changer - except they arrived too late to for effective application of a spill kit (the fuel went into the gulley and onto the river Ness some fifty yards away). And (forgive the conjunction) to cap it all the Oompa Loompas were earnestly washing the contaminated spill kit absorbent granules into a street drain, either to be flushed into the Ness or clog up the drain!

Dear God, it's a wonder they manage to empty the bins once a month.