Pissing myself laughing right now. Well, not literally of course.
We live on a private un-adopted road. It is the residents responsibility to keep it usable as each resident has right of way over their neighbours bit of road.
The bloke next door. He who mends his racing bike while wearing his peanut shaped racing helmet and hurls abuse whilst beeping his horn, rather than driving 100 yards further down the road and entering our road from a different entrance/exit, if someone drops a child off blocking his right of way for a few minutes. About two weeks ago he purchased a new sparkling white car.
His bit of the road is full of really deep pot holes, deep enough to ground your vehicle on if not very careful. This means that when rainy his bright shiny white car gets covered in dirty muddy water and when dry it gets covered in a fine layer of grey dust from the dust bowl the road becomes.
This is the third time today I have seen him out there polishing his car.
Sometimes I am a very happy, if not smug bunny.
