Today's moan is the bin men. Now really I love them, I mean we keep each other in business; I bring the crap that they then take away to (hopefully) recycle and they keep me in work with people writing to the council to complain about the terrible refuse service. But not today.
If you arrive in a small village at the wrong moment it can turn you job into a nightmare. So I played leapfrog with the bin men all round Little Compton this morning, getting in each other's way, them stopping in the middle of the road with no place for me to get past, changing my route to avoid them, only to turn another corner and find them in the way again. Add to that the EON man sitting in the way at the bottom of a long drive (with his engine running too!) and the men resurfacing a patch at the bottom of Barton Road that meant another diversion, all in all a very frustrating morning.
Thanks for listening, I feel so much better now.