Can I say it? In the good old days, roads were swept regularly and drains kept clean of leaves and debris.
Nowadays, we are lucky in the UK if the borough or district councils do these two jobs more than one a year. It’s usually more a case of breakdown maintenance i.e. fixing things when the drains are so bunged up with leaves that the road floods and becomes impassable to vehicles.
In the context of general world chaos, this might seem no more than a tiny inconvenience, but I’ve decided to moan about a minor issue as there’s still a slight chance of having my voice heard.
Regarding international issues, I’m but a grain of sand and a voice crying in the wilderness. Who actually cares what I think?
Share this:
Sarah Potter Writes 
Fabulous images, Sarah. Ah yes, those good old days. *sigh*
LikeLike
Always swore I wouldn’t slip into the “good old days” syndrome, but it has finally happened.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I have this, perhaps very naive thought, that if we take care of our own backyard, our own circle of life, what we do branches out into the world at large. Otherwise what is going on in the world at large is enough to drive me insane.
LikeLike
To be true i really do miss old days! We surely can’t control time but we can do enough that it doesn’t affects our present. This should be kept in mind. Anyways, thanks for bringing concerns to public!! Well done buddy!
Be Bettr, Stay Bettr! 😛
Swetank.
LikeLike
a grain of sand and sea shells!! Great post Sarah- It’s a creative moan anyway!!
LikeLike
Thanks, Cybele. I like that … “a creative moan”. I’ll remember to tell my family that’s what it’s called next time I’m wanting to make an equivalent point!
LikeLike
I like when the streets are clean (now as for my home…!)
LikeLike
Housework … I have to force myself to do it, while dreaming of the day when I’m a best-selling author and can pay someone else to clean. Us girls have to have our dreams, for sanity’s sake. But I guess it’s better to have a home to clean, than no home at all.
LikeLike
Well I suppose we ask for less tax and cutbacks to public spending and this is the end result. On your drain covers I find myself reading the manufacturer’s name and imagining the foundry where it was made.
LikeLike
Such real sweat and labour in those foundries. Have you been watching Peaky Blinders on tv? Post World War 1, such places were absolute hell holes of heat and pollution, but it was a case of work there or starve, or turn to crime as an alternative to employment. I certainly wouldn’t have wanted to live in Birmingham in those days.
LikeLike
I don’t own a TV Sarah but I know it is very popular in Brum. As a trainee accountant I spent a little time in Black Country foundries back in the 70s during stock takes – tough men inhabited those places.
LikeLike
The first thing I thought of was Stephen King’s ‘It’ and what was lurking beneath the storm drains….
LikeLike
Ahh…I feel as if I’m slipping into the ‘good old days’ syndrome a lot ‘these days’ and for good reason…I hope your voice is heard as it should be.
LikeLike
Believe it or not, the day after I published this post, they sorted out the drain that’s in my second photo. It is now clear of leaves and has a brand new grating. After so many months of it having been non-functional, I was highly amused by the coincidence of timing. If they’d mended it a few days earlier, I’d have missed the opportunity of photographing it and of voicing my complaint!
LikeLike
Haha! Well, that is amazing timing I must say…not only did you get your post out but the gutter got cleared away too. Fantastic, love it when that happens 🙂
LikeLike