You can't tell from this photo but the hole was deep enough to lose a small child in but I didn't dare get any closer to take an aerial picture for fear of being flattened by a digger. Suddenly on Tuesday a group of burly men clad in florescent orange jackets appeared and started pulling the paving slabs up from our street. A little baffled, we watched them as they moved their way down the street and parked themselves in front of our house, leaving no slab unturned as they charged like locusts through the street. Apparently it was a planned action that the council had forgotten to inform the residents about.
Anyway.....the next day the workmen removed the drain from the middle of the street. And then disappeared on yet another fag break/coffee break/lunch break leaving a gaping hole in the middle of the street.
I had already chuckled to myself about the lack of health and safety precautions. Then my husband stood at the kitchen window and called out to me laughing,
"Look at that! You wouldn't see that in Britain would you?"
No, no you wouldn't.
Luckily they did fill the hole in with a new drain thingumajig before they packed up and went home later that day, presumably after fishing out small children, lost dogs and unfortunate cyclists.