Job's Worth

Some days you can catch a glimpse of something so uplifting, so refreshing, so inspiring that it restores your faith in mankind to struggle on regardless.

It’s been raining for twenty-four hours. I have waves lapping at my front door and God has kindly installed a pond where my lawn used to lay. Still we struggle on, not complaining.

I used my car to aqua-plane into our local town this afternoon. As I waited at Lights, I spied a disturbing vision in yellow. Through my splattered windscreen and the hopelessly swishing wipers I watched a council workman fighting through the downpour. He was resplendent in authority-issue water-proofs from head to foot but still suffering terribly in the torrential cascade. Even his municipal NBC suit didn’t seem to offer much protection. Still, he struggled on.

I wondered what possible emergency might force him outside in this God-forsaken weather, what life-saving need might require such sacrifice. Then I saw it. He was watering the hanging baskets.

Must have been on the roster.

Comments

[the boy who likes to]

Watering hanging basket, genius.

[Hel]

Bloody Lunatics!!!! Next they'll be out griting the roads (just in case)!

[Carlton]

Only British Council Workmen would even consider such behaviour. They are a tribute to Council Tax payers everywhere. And they're our servants, you know Boy. Makes you proud doesn't it?!

Oh Helen. Lunatics?! Nonsense. They just on a different astral plane to the rest of us. ;)

c.

[LondonGirl]

You can't beat a Civil Servant for a bit of jobsworth. I am always impressed at their dedication to it, even in the face of all logic.

Marvellous

[jon]

ha ha - that's brilliant.

How long before the next drought enforced hose pipe ban I wonder?

God bless England!