No bloody wonder there's a deficit

I'm enjoying a little black and white phase this week (see mbia twat) so it was quite serendipitous that while walking through the village this morning - to get to the post office from the bottom of the hill because although there were parking spaces in the high street, none of them were accessible because several dozen inconsiderate bastards had parked so badly that I could get into none of them - did I come across the subject of today's post, the lack of which had been troubling me since waking up with a "grrrrrrrghghghghgh, MUMMY!" jolt this morning, and I gave thanks to the blogging gods for the subject was of a rather black and white nature.

For I was walking up a stretch of road that is one-way for its first two hundred metres and has been thus for quite a while.

And the council had just finished painting brand new white lines right down the middle of this one way stretch, thereby falsely denoting it as a two way road... thereby requiring THREE men to spend what will probably be most of today to paint over the thick already caked dry white lines with a gloopy molasses like paint... one to paint the lines, grumpily, one to shuffle the road cones around for no apparent reason, grumpily, and the third to walk up and down the stretch of road checking for something. Pixies maybe... (thereby ... I hate words like thereby, but not as much as I hate the stupidest word in the English language, mostly used by footballers' wives: unbeknownst... U.G.H. )

Once, I was asked by someone who is now an e-friend of mine (hi CS!), if I roamed the streets of Portugal giggling to myself as I saw bloggable possibilities all about. She was right. I do.

But this morning, I really had to stifle a huge guffaw when round the corner came a rubbish truck from the same council drove down this stretch of road and drove over a fair bit of molasses paint, thereby painting a black sticky trail halfway down the road with him and ruining some of grumpy blokey's stripes.

It was ver very very funny. Sorry. But it was.

And dungarees? they're here to stay.

HA!