And what about the state of the roads? It’s when you’re on a good one, and there are some really good ones because they’re new, that you realise what a sad state we have been forced to get accustomed to. When you don’t feel that your head is going to be jolted off your neck, and when you don’t have to think that with one good pothole you might lose a tyre and control of your car. This isn’t Austin’s fault.
No, the catastrophic situation of our roads every morning is not all Austin’s fault after all. It’s just that this Government is itself in a state of fatigue, badly in need of rest on the benches of the Opposition, where they can sort out their priorities and once again grow a pair of ears. Then they will start to hear the idling engines, the rattling exhaust pipes and the muttering of anxious faces.
Because today, the powers-that-be only flash past us on occasion, some of them to the wail of police sirens who clear the road ahead of them. As they pass and see you jammed up, they may be telling you that it’s a question of being philosophical, that ultimately it’s a question of mind and matter. They don’t mind, and you don’t matter.