But fortunately, not before the pothole repair crew had finished their work in progress.
The other big news at the Community Council was the report from our local councillor that the tarmac fairy had been banished from our roads and that from now on all potholes would be properly cut out and patched. Actually what he said was that the tarmac fairy had been banished 18 months ago, but had appealed under the Fairies’ Rights Act (oh all right, what he really said was the road depots had been instructed to no longer just dump a bucket of tar in the worst holes and it had just taken a bit longer for our bit of the roads depot to get the memo).
The resulting patches aren’t quite as good as a completely resurfaced road (which is a thing of beauty and a joy to cycle on). However, they do mean I am able to gradually unlearn all the jinks and swerves that have been built into my normal ride to avoid the potholes. It’s taking me a while, but I reckon that by the end of the week, my journey to the papershop will be a massive 0.06 miles shorter – or, if you’re Liam Fox, 3p
*or, if you’re not the BBC Terror Centre ‘temperatures return to about normal for this time of year’.