Not Exactly An Alarm Clock

But it could definitely awaken a sleeper, that's for sure.  Just after half past eight this morning, there had been many 'noises off' which alerted me to the fact that Work was In Progress around The Lampost I mentioned earlier. However, when a whining shriek set my teeth on edge, I had to open the front door to see what made it... It was one of these babies. It might look like a docile snail on a lead, but believe me, when in action, a banshee would be more melodious.

And below is the shot my camera captured a few moments later, after  the original noisy snail had been discarded as 'faulty', and an obliging workman had let me snap it's replacement for your delight.

You can see the hole was a fair size, but in his wisdom, the workman was cutting out at least another square foot (or two) of tarmac to make it bigger... Apparently, this was to remove imperfections in the surrounding surface, to ensure the final joint with the infill patch would be as strong as possible.

Yes, I'd asked him lots of questions, poor man!

You must forgive the  seemingly huge bell and clapper in the foreground corner - it was too wet underfoot for me to step out on the path  to get a better view, but I did trot upstairs to see if my bathroom window would give a clearer one, but sadly, it didn't... But quite why one workman is crouching in that distant spot, is anybody's guess.

Handcuffed?

I can hear you asking "Why is one piece of orange-red plastic firmly anchored to the other?" Well, it's a health and safety issue, of course... No, not for the plastic, but for passing pedestrians.

You see, the council, in their wisdom, has decreed that Havant needs new street lights. 

The one outside the house next door to mine, had long been temperamental, to say the least. It would glow piteously through some days, and remain like the Black Hole of Calcutta to match many a night.

True to an Unwritten  Law for British Workmen, the activity which gave rise to my second photo, appears to have come to a grinding halt.  After the original flurry of yesterday, this morning The Hole with Implants (incomplete) is devoid of human occupation... Who knows when the next influx of eager council employees will return to complete the switch, and switch on the the new, taller, smarter addition to our cul-de-sac? So far, I'm impressed with the fact that it appears perpendicular...

Men At Work?

There's a hole in the road!
Well, I'll be blowed...
and two lamp posts, not one.
You can see from the sky
it's a dull old day, without a scrap of sun,
and all is quiet around the hole
and there isn't a single, curious soul, 'cept me,
to stand and admire the fenced in light,
and wonder if it will shine tonight...