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Our rubbish has not been collected in Victoria Park, quite understandably. However, how about this for a tale of dedication beyond the call of duty:
My sister-in-law in Canada has purchased a flat two doors along from us and is renovating it. Early on friday morning, a B&Q van attempted to make a delivery of a washing machine and oven which she had ordered. Almost nothing was moving on Victoria Park but the B&Q van managed to climb Castle Hill Road and crawl tentatively along to my sister-in-law's flat. They rang the bell. There was no answer because she is in Canada and instructions to ring our bell had not been passed on to them.
They gave up and carried on to the end of the road where it turns sharply to the left and commences the steep descent down Laureston Place. At this point, the van started sliding sideways down Laureston and gaining momentum. With great good fortune, they brought up against the high brick wall at the corner and came to a halt. A few more inches and they would have missed the wall and continued sliding sideways downhill ever faster and would inevitably have turned over and over down the hill. A lucky escape.
They phoned their office who sent out a manager with a shovel and grit. Hours were passing as they sought to extricate themselves from their predicament, fortified by cups of coffee from the adjacent residential care home. A police car appeared, no doubt summoned by a concerned local resident. This then became stuck itself and the policemen used the B&Q men's shovel and grit to free themselves, whereupon they departed saying they would close the road.
A tractor arrived, driven by a B&Q acquaintance. This towed them backwards up onto the level road at Victoria Park and they reversed along to my sister-in-law's flat. By this time, they had been told to ring our bell which they duly did and I came along and opened up her flat. They then lugged the very heavy washing machine and oven up two flights of stairs to her flat with just a pause for a cuppa which I brought over.
By this time, they had spent three hours struggling to make our delivery and decided to call it a day. They reversed back to Castle Hill Road and made a grateful exit. Shortly afterwards, a gritting lorry made two passes along Victoria Park and the road was closed off with traffic cones at either end, no doubt courtesy of the aforementioned police.
How about that for determination in the face of adversity in a snow blanketed country where almost everything else has ground to a halt?