There are Roadworkers and there are Roadworkers

Mrs TFU and I have two kids. All grown up now. One of them's an Engineer... Engineering Geologist to be precise. Has an MSc in Earth Sciences. As she was wont to say... "She does Dirt". Moving dirt to be specific... and I suppose I do the same to a degree... But I do the actual Moving of the dirt rather than studying how the earth does it for itself.

Anyway she pointed me at a blog, restarea300m that is done by one Doddery Old Fart, who works for one of her subbies, because she knew I'd be interested. (Frankly it inspired me to get thisun going... thanks Doddery) However there is a difference; Doddery and his mates do Maintenance and I do Construction. Whats the difference? Well as I look out the window there's a gale blowing and the rains horizontal and it's butt freezing cold. Right now Doddery is looking out his window hoping like hell a tree doesn't come down on the road and he get's a call out...because his wet weather gear still hasn't dried out, the only pair of socks he has left have holes in them, his boots are soaking wet and he doesn't want to wear his gumboots cos his bloody sox will end up around his toes in five minutes flat and he'll spend the night cursing at them and pulling them up every five minutes.... Because it's pissing with rain everybody will be travelling too fast for the conditions. So he's hoping when the callout comes that there'll be bugger all traffic cos sure as God gave sheep woolly overcoats some idiot won't see the signs, will overbrake in the greasy conditions and skid off the road through a fence and into a paddock. Now if Doddery and crew are lucky there won't be any stock behind that fence but of course Murphy is a bastard and so the fence has 5000 sheep and a couple hundred head of cattle behind it. Of course all these cattle are Angus.... Rightly famous for being all black.... (top pic) all over the road.... at night... in a storm. (Bottom Pic) At about this point Doddery gives up hope of being home for breakfast and puts a match to his logbook and boils hisself a cuppa. Such is the life of the Road Maintenance Crew.

The construction guy however looks out of his window and goes "Bugger, too wet to work, guess I'll have to sleep in!" and snuggles down contentedly. .