Roadworks are driving us away
HAVE our wonderful councillors never heard of “penalty clauses” for work that overruns?
The standard excuse is always “unforeseen circumstances”.
Who could forget the Queen Alexander bridge which took almost a year longer than originally planned?
We have the 1231 which was supposed to take six months and be ready in November 2014 – still unfinished in March 2015.
The fiasco that is St Mary’s Way, which our council leader explained was “nearly finished after nine months inconvenience” – I think he needs a new calculator as it began in May 2013, allegedly for 16 months which by my reckoning means it should have been completed in September 2014. Yet, here we are in March 2015 – 22 months after it began and it is still nowhere near being finished.
Then, after the nightmare that was the Wheatsheaf junction works, the council suggests turning North Bridge Street back to two way traffic.
Is the goal to make Sunderland a traffic free zone as the ridiculous one way systems and continuous road works simply make shoppers go elsewhere.
Last straw for NHS
DAVID Cameron has betrayed the British country over the NHS on a grand scale.
Before the 2010 election he promised it would be safe in his hands, yet he has presided over the greatest privatisation deal in history by allowing failed private health care firms to cash in on £780m-worth contracts.
I sincerely hope voters comprehend that once the NHS is gone we will never get it back.
A vote for the Tories in May will be the last straw for our treasured NHS.
When I was small I lived in Grangetown. I had four sisters. My sister was born in Ryhope. We lived in Ocean Road, in a downstairs flat, one bedroom and one big kitchen. I also had three brothers.
I can remember our mother putting half a crown in a jam jar for the doctor for when we were poorly.
Sadly, two brothers died, two sisters died in Ryhope, my sister Dorothy died in 1947 aged 11 in Ryhope.
It was very hard times for my poor mam and dad.
A load of rubbish
I HAVE just watched the programme Back in Time for Dinner on television.
What a load of rubbish. We had some great meals and lots of people, like me aged 86, are still here. Yes food was rationed but there was plenty of alternatives. Here is a list: Rabbit breasts, heart with stuffing, cow heel, pigs cheek, tripe. In those days we were taught to cook.
No cooker, just a coal oven, and we made our own bread. A lump of suet from the butcher was grated and made boiled puds on the fire. We would line a basin with suet dough and fill it with leeks (no meat) and with an Oxo cube – delicious – and sometimes filled it with apple.
We obtained fish shoulders for coppers and made our own fishcakes, dried egg, scrambled on toast.
There was always something in the coal oven. I could go on.
So it wasn’t half as bad as they made out. The proof is why old people are living longer as we didn’t eat so much rubbish food like today.
I GREW up at a time when respect and care was shown, but as a resident of Hartleywood, I am fed up of kids abusing the communal garden – snapping trees, broken glass, dog dirt, swearing and games of football.
You ring Gentoo and the flowers are replaced, you ring the police they get there to late.
What it needs is community support officers to patrol or alternatively dig it up.
Heaven help us when the light nights come.