Three Desperados

It’s unfortunate that on our stroll to the Land of Toast on a Sunday morning we have to negotiate a somewhat seedy area, host to nightclubs and other dens of iniquity. With the amount of litter, empty bottles and upchuck lying on the pavements, it is always easy to see the enjoyment experienced by some on their regular Saturday night out.

I had another long walk this afternoon after being stood up by daughter#1 who had to change her plans for a visit to the Dower House.
The slower the mode of transport, the more is seen, and what is apparent is the terrible state of the roads and pavements. Huge potholes are mostly left unfilled ; those that are filled have just had a load of tarmac thrown in, the edges of which quickly break up leaving tarry rubble strewn far and wide.
The pavements are no better with uneven paving slabs and bad patching. It would be too bad if you were so superstitious you couldn’t allow yourself to step on a crack.

Rant over for now, and this grumpy old woman is going to relax. She has definitely reached her ‘sell by date’.