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projects... gas being installed...electricity cables being run across roads via a trench cut across said roads, and of course the new commercial development, adjacent to the almost new commercial development, right in the centre of the village. Luddite I most certainly am not and I expect and enjoy the marvels of the modern world and understand that work has to be done to provide gateway services that we as consumers enjoy. What does pee me off however, is why oh why are roads that have had a trench cut across them left simply filled with what looks like sand or soil? Why cannot these trenches be filled in as the constructor goes about his or her business. The road network around Quesada is already suffering from potholes that bump and bonk the car suspension... in some places driving takes on a slalom perspective as the driver tries to avoid the holes and trenches that have not been filled in.


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at least three large potholes right in the middle of it, making the crossing unsafe for people to use. These holes have been temporarily filled ...but how long will it last. Constructors should be required to make good such repairs albeit on a temporary basis each time they cause such damage. I understand the recent weather did not help, however it is not much to ask that construction is done with public safety in mind.


Googling for Solutions. Been a googling recently just to see if I can find something that a snake oil salesman of the past would have sold as a 'potion for the mind'. You know something to enable my seemingly failing faculties to hang onto something approaching normality. Now I do believe in brain exercises and am an avid watcher of quiz shows...I also attempt


crosswords


and spend lots of time reading text books in an effort to keep the grey matter in tip top condition. However


my consternation pee and


imagine when


recently I found myself caught between needing a


placing my


The pedestrian crossing outside the ramp of the new commercial development is a good example. Day after day enormous lorries carrying spoil have been driving over the crossing and have left


underpants in the wash basket, while putting the kettle on. Kettle on ...just followed by a quick trot to the loo... horror of horrors as I found myself hovering over the wash basket just about to throw my pants into the toilet...


Now back to Google and that snake oil salesman.


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