There are days which are still young when I have my first outburst. Today was one such. I drove my Mum to her doctor to find the road to it closed and the diversion unviable. There was no alternative side or back road; access to the surgery was annexed. Given that the work with which this closure was associated had not commenced and that 0845 was probably close anyway to a first break for the misleadingly named workmen, I engaged top gear (metaphorically) and set about instigating the introduction of common sense. The sign with the cones said 'Road Closed'. The sheep with whom I share this planet would have accepted this and driven off confused and, eventually, lost. I did not accept it especially when access to the doctor's surgery and, as it hapens, a vet's, had been cut off. This clumsy start to five days of resurfacing works does not acknowledge that many people visiting a doctor are in no fit state to walk from the nearest parking.
Suffice it to say that my short but effective discussion with the foreman resulted in an 'Access Only' sign being added to the 'Road Closed' and elicited an undertaking to maintain access for as much of the works as possible. Why don't they think of these things in the first place? Where is common sense or courtesy in roadworks planning?
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