Huzzah, it's the annual green-waste-truck-runs-over-our-roadside-bollard festival of fun. I saw the lorry parked outside but was on a call so it's not like I didn't know they'd done something. Anyway, they didn't drive over just a little bit, they tore it out, forty-odd kg of concrete base and all. Top marks for putting it back in the hole, I suppose, presumably in the hope I wouldn't notice. I guess if they hit a car, they just balance the bits that fell off on top and scarper.
You know, it's not the bollard per se, it's that grim sense of creeping despair that comes from knowing you have to deal with the local council and – this is no joke – a Biffa Senior Waste Management Executive.