Attacked By Tarmac.

I am aware that I have some rather unnecessary fears but tarmac is most definitely not one of them.

Yes, I am talking about road works. Those dragged-out-for-days, take up lots of space, the council doing a good deed thing. The stuff that they only really do if a road has got into the stage when it's full of holes.

Today, the council decided to sort out the one-way road that goes down the side of the park. I was only reminded of this when I saw a man using one of those noisy machines to blow leaves all over the place when he was actually trying to put them in a pile. Personally, I think it could be a lot more interesting looking if they let the leaves mix in with the tarmac when making a new road but that's just my opinion.

Anyway, on my way home from school I completely forgot that they'd laid down new tarmac to replace the old bumpy one. So I turned the corner and the smell of it pretty much literally hit me in the face. Also, about twenty metres down the road I realised I had to cross over as the path stops on the side I was walking on.

What to do? I was pretty convinced that if the tarmac was still wet they wouldn't let people walk or drive down the road but it did not look healthy and it was sort of overflowing like they'd put too much down. I spent about a minute debating whether to step onto the road or not and that was after I'd seen two cars drive safely down it.

Finally, I took a step, all the while thinking to myself "I'm about to be swallowed up into a hot pit of burning tarmac to disappear forever... or at least I'll get my foot stuck in it." But alas, it had dried.

So I crossed the road.
And that's the end of my story.