It was fire and brimstone on the doorstep today as our asphalt footpath was resurfaced by the local council. Coincidentally, we’ve just received our annual rates notice. It’s a bit difficult to complain about the rather enormous rates-hike we’ve just suffered when any telephone call to the local council is going to be drowned out by the din of your-rates-at-work; literally!
And if you’re wondering where your money goes, there it, lined up on the footpath outside your bedroom window at 7.30am. 12 blokes, two diggers, three tip-trucks, a roller-type-thingy and various other bits and pieces.
postcards from the north 