Moaning Blues.

We had a real wintery southerly today.

Of course we were working in a cold, windy, shaded valley, with icy fingers and running noses, and none of us wanting to be roadworkers.

Naturally we did what real men do. We whined and complained, and swore and moaned.

We are trying to finish construction work which got landed on us after summer delays.

Tar doesn't stick well in the cold, nothing dries out. Pull off the road and there is a good chance you will get stuck.

So we had plenty to moan and whinge about.

Of course I can rise above all this.

I just complained long and hard, about all the moaning and whining...