Where have all the politicians gone?
HOW things have changed. Only a few weeks ago I could not open the front door before someone was shaking my hand and promising me anything that I wanted.
Leaflets, handouts, brochures, you name it, my door mat was littered with a promise of a council “utopia” where rubbish would be cleared up in hours and potholes would be a thing of the past. All you had to do was put your cross on the paper.
So what is different? No more running would- be councillors and no more promises, so the old threepiece suite can lie outside, the ripped open bin bags can ferment on the corner of Woodcroft Crescent, and potholes... well, they just get bigger. Travellers are sunning themselves in Tolkien’s land and our parks look more like meadows than parks.
But now we know who our councillors are and that is the last that we will see of them for the next four years. S T Vaughan, Yardley Wood