Dear Sir,

Here we go again. A while back, there was some discussion about pet gripes; quite a while back, I see from my records. My favourite one is still this incessant digging up of Bermuda’s already tortured road system.

Oh boy. Apparently, Belco is asking, sorry, suggesting, that for the motoring public’s convenience, they may want to consider Mount Hill as an alternative to driving through Black Watch Pass. And the reason for this humble suggestion? You got it. More digging, people.

Here’s an idea, but you have to do it quick. Ring Belco and give them the number of Telco. Sort of introduce them. I don’t think they’ve ever met. While you’re at it, give them the number to Watlington Water in Devonshire. Belco and Watlington Water may have had coffee together, but I doubt it. Sort of introduce these three entities.

Who knows. Maybe they’ll all get real friendly and suddenly discover they have something in common. They are Facilities. Wow. They may even come to the realisation this time around — before they start ripping up the roads (again?) — it might be cool to have a little party. Sort of put all their stuff in the same trench, at the same time. Effectively getting their proverbial “stuff” together, for once. Sit down afterwards with a Dark ‘n’ Stormy and clap each other on the back.

My cousin, John Morris, up there on North Shore Road, may be the one to do the introducing, by the way, since he has this lovely swimming pool at his place, which has always made me feel very jealous of his success and affluence. I don’t know if he uses Watlington Water, but it is one “spiffy” pool.

I realise I have harped on this trenching business before, but have you noticed people? We still have the bunged-up roads. And they just don’t seem to get it. Mount Hill ... Mayan.

JACK GAUNTLETT

Sweden