When is a pot hole not a pot hole? A reblog for 14th January 2022

Potholes are popping up again all around us and we have again reported a repair job that has come unstuck and been assured that a job has been raised. It reminded me of this post, so I offer it as my Friday Flashback this week.
Note: the road to the woods has now been completely resurfaced sometime between 2014 and 2018. They just need to address the roads approaching that road!


Hubby and I must be mad. Absolutely, totally and completely nuts. Why? Because we braved the elements to take the dog out for her walk this morning. She is a creature of habit, and we were herded towards the front door around 11am, her patience finally giving out when a series of vocal squeaks and toy offerings failed to get us to put our coats on.

It was pouring with rain, and had been practically all night again. It was also cold, but we all had coats, and we humans could always do our Black Bat impressions by wearing the capes we’d bought for such events a couple of years ago. They came down past our knees and were also windproof.

We got in the car, and headed off to the woods. I swear her ladyship was smiling on the back seat.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to When is a pot hole not a pot hole? A reblog for 14th January 2022

  1. murisopsis says:

    We has some so deep we called them underground missile silos!

  2. willowdot21 says:

    Good luck with that then!

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