Lovely Nando’s. All finished? Why not just leave the remains on the pavement in our street? No problem. Eventually someone else with clear it up. And do our neighbourly fried chicken producers provide bins for all the crap that gets left behind by their clients? What do you think…
Lots of folk park in the resident’s parking space in order to nip to a shop on the Cowley Road, or pick up their Nando’s, or some other reason. It’s true we lost lots of spaces with the redevelopment of St Clement’s Street Car Park (thanks Oxford City Council), but there’s still quite a lot of parking behind Tesco, and how about not driving in guys?
Anyway, as residents we have to pay to park in the allocated spaces, and if there’s nowhere to park, we have to then risk parking on double or single yellow lines. Luckily the parking wardens are seldom and sporadic in their attention to the street!
Somehow a while ago a hole appeared in the concrete utilities cover belonging to some local telecoms provider. I informed the council about it after about a week and they, to be fair, responded quite quickly, and told the utility company about the hole, and the company concerned put a little plastic cordon around it. That was over a month ago. The cordon’s still there, it blew over the other day, I stood it back up. The hole’s still there. If you were to fall down it, you’d break your leg. It makes a nice obstacle for people in wheelchairs, on mobility scooters, or using a walking frame.
It’s taking a while for the owner of the cover to repair, so by the 24th November, and after someone thought it would be fun to nick the sand bags weighting-down the barrier, it looked like this:
A close up of the hole….
The Temple Street Dental Practice in Temple Street, East Oxford, is insistent on leaving polythene refuge sacks out on the street over the entire weekend. They say this is because the arrangement with the refuge collector is that they collect early on Monday morning. Not only do we have to put up with their bags full of mixed waste (recyclable materials, non-recyclable, food waste, and medical waste) but often a crafty fox, or other animal, such as a drunken student rampages the sacks leaving rubbish all over the pavement and road.
It’s a frequent occurrence. Here’s the results from last weekend (that time I bagged up their refuge):
On a good day it looks like this: