Authorities in Cornwall, England, along with the Public Works Department, have been searching for an enigmatic driver who allegedly took matters into their own hands and filled in a massive pothole in the center of the road with cement.
Although residents of Cornwall had to endure extra difficulties to avoid the region at the top of Tanhouse Road and Bodmin Hill in Lostwithiel due to the enormous hole that was in the midst of the tarmac, British people are well aware that the roads aren’t always the greatest.
The road was declared formally closed at the start of April. A representative for the Cornwall Council stated that the road’s surface degradation was caused by an ongoing dispute with drainage.
However, following a month of total government inaction, an unnamed person became quite agitated over the enormous pothole and made the decision to personally fill it with concrete over the first weekend of May. For a little while, the do-it-yourself fix succeeded, and the road was briefly reopened. However, Cormac, the road repair business employed by Cornwall Council, once again stopped the road since their crew hadn’t completed the work in a formal manner.
The Cornwall Highways chiefs are currently searching for the individual who is in charge of this. They added that the signs had been taken down without permission by an unidentified person who had completed the work.
The firm stated that until it catches up with the backlog of pothole repairs, the route would be closed until June 9th. “If information regarding who carried out the works becomes known in the community, I would be grateful if details could be shared,” stated a manager at Cornwall Highways. Colin Martin, the Cornwall councilor for Lanreath and Lostwithiel, said that this pothole served as the “ideal illustration of how the public sector as a whole is collapsing as a result of underfunding.”
“The road has been closed again and will remain closed until it is ‘properly’ repaired by Cormac,’ but they say this could be weeks away as all available teams have been diverted to filling smaller potholes on roads which are still open,” Mr. Martin said in an interview with Cornwall Live. The cash allocated for preventative maintenance and road resurfacing has been reduced by the Conservative-run Cornwall Council throughout the last two years. This imprudent choice has led to potholes popping up all throughout Cornwall more quickly than Cormac can patch them.
This is not the first time a citizen has taken up the role of the local government. A Toronto citizen noticed in 2017 that the community garden would benefit greatly from a new set of park stairs. However, the city estimated that it would cost between $65,000 and $150,000. Thus, for a meager $550, the man built it himself. Continue reading to learn what they did since, of course, the city was not at all pleased.
My Neighbor Kept Hanging out Her Panties Right in Front of My Son’s Window, So I Taught Her a Real Lesson
My neighbor’s undergarments became the unlikely stars of a suburban show, taking center stage right outside my 8-year-old son’s window. When Jake innocently asked if her thongs were some kind of slingshots, I knew the “panty parade” had to stop, and it was time for a lesson in laundry discretion.
Ah, suburbia—where the lawns are pristine, the air smells of fresh-cut grass, and life rolls along smoothly until someone comes along to shake things up. That’s when Lisa, our new neighbor, arrived. Life had been relatively peaceful until laundry day revealed something I wasn’t prepared for: a rainbow of her underwear flapping outside Jake’s window like flags at a questionable parade.One afternoon, I was folding Jake’s superhero underwear when I glanced out the window and almost choked on my coffee. There they were: hot pink, lacy, and very much on display. My son, ever curious, peered over my shoulder and asked the dreaded question, “Mom, why does Mrs. Lisa have her underwear outside? And why do some of them have strings? Are they for her pet hamster?”
Between stifled laughter and mortified disbelief, I did my best to explain. But Jake’s imagination was running wild, wondering if Mrs. Lisa was secretly a superhero,with underwear designed for aerodynamics. He even wanted to join in, suggesting his Captain America boxers could hang next to her “crime-fighting gear.” It became a daily routine—Lisa’s laundry would wave in the breeze, and Jake’s curiosity would stir. But when he asked if he could hang his own underwear next to hers, I knew it was time to put an end to this spectacle. So, I marched over to her house, ready to resolve the situation diplomatically. Lisa answered the door, and before I could say much, she made it clear she wasn’t about to change her laundry habits for anyone. She laughed off my concerns, suggesting I “loosen up” and even offered me advice on spicing up my own wardrobe. Frustrated but determined, I came up with a plan—a brilliantly petty one. That evening, I created the world’s largest, most garish pair of granny panties out of the brightest fabric I could find. The next day, when Lisa left, I hung my masterpiece right in front of her window. When she returned, the sight of the massive flamingo-patterned undergarments nearly knocked her off her feet. Watching her fume while trying to yank down my prank was worth every stitch. She eventually caved, agreeing to move her laundry somewhere less visible—while I quietly relished my victory. From then on, Lisa’s laundry vanished from our shared view, and peace was restored. As for me? I ended up with a pair of flamingo-themed curtains, a daily reminder of the day I won the great laundry war of suburbia.
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