There was he, digging this 'ole....
A small crack appeared in a pipe, not that I could see the crack, and 'Anglian Water' were alerted. There it was a fortnight later, still seeping out so I calls them on the email and gets informed they are a comin out when the lights is a ready. The 'lights' are portable traffic lights required for this position as we are a main road. (Which as you will know is also known as 'Stane Street' after the Romans improved the muddy track that ran past my door to Camulodunam.) This little imposition did annoy the traffic somewhat but appeared to have been worked quite well. Not that I looked out to watch being very busy with my studies. Well not that busy but I gave up when the info received did not fit the facts found. Some things I came across were interesting. In 1914 a Red Cross hospital opened in a wing of the Workhouse, soon this became a Voluntary Aid Detachment Hospital with 26 beds full of wounded soldiers. The info comes from a marvellous book that originated in the diaries of one Andre Clark, a local rector, 'Echoes of the Great War.'
Miss Eliza Vaughan called. She is on the staff of the VAD hospital,
: Some of the
patients are Scots, or at least of Scots regiments. Miss Vaughan told us a hospital story, of a
man who was brought in unconscious. When
he came to himself he found himself in bandages, head and foot. She explained he had a vinegar head-swathe
because of his fever; a mustard-plaster on his chest because of his lungs; and
salt bags on his feet because of frost-bite.
‘Then, Miss, I think you ought to bring some pepper, and I’ll be the
complete cruet.’ Braintree
By the time my after dinner snooze arrived the workmen decided to use the digger to disturb my sleep. This failed! However I was impressed by their speed. Once they got going it only took a couple of hours to find, repair the pipe and refill the hole. The traffic hold ups did not produce heavy horn blowing and dangerous driving, the size of the man in charge helped here, and soon all was back as normal. This did not help my search for words for the stuff I was supposed to be writing. All this detailed information but it will not form into a meaningful few words. I blame the coffee, I should have had some!
They claim millions of gallons are lost this way every year and round the corner there was another burst pipe offering a wee fountain last week, I hope that was fixed quicker!
You see how little excitement there is in this part of the world? A hole in the ground causes me interest, which is more than the bank account does. If things get any more exciting I may have to move to Frinton!