He doesn't care one way or the other

I am re-writing yesterday's post and trying to make a better job of it. I suppose I could have simply edited the old one and kept your comments up, but that did not occur to me at the time. Sorry.

To get to this job with the poltergeist vacuum cleaner I am having to do more driving than usual, and my perception of other people's recklessness on the roads these days has been confirmed as true. Almost every day someone nearly drives into me and I see accidents like this all the time on one 20 mile stretch of road. Yesterday a horse box  was upside down in a ditch. There were no sounds coming from inside it, so either it was empty (preferred) or the horse was dead. I think that all the dangerous driving is a direct result of the lockdown. When people are encouraged to think of every day as their last, they tend to become either careless or carefree (preferred).

I'll get the negative stuff over and done with for those who did not catch the original post. The gist was that a 40 year old mason is making a bad job of doing what I specialise in, whilst I am on my hands and knees on the staircase above, doing what he should be doing if he could. The vacuum cleaner makes three very loud bangs every few seconds, and it is all helping to drive me mad. Moan over.

One vital bridge over the river here is completely closed to traffic now, so everyone has to drive miles extra to get to the area where this job is. The bridge will be closed for three months, so the chaos will reign until the end of September.

There are many temporary and permanent traffic lights on my route, so a journey which should take half an hour takes one. The other day I stopped at the lights of the Limpley Stoke viaduct and noticed that the front half of the car was in Somerset and the rear part was in Wiltshire. I wondered which authority would be called out if the car suddenly burst into flames. They might let it burn out as they argue amongst themselves about who is liable.

I am having a break from that staircase today for the sake of my sanity. There are over 50 pieces of pre-cut stone to fill the holes I am cutting into it to replace damaged areas which have been very badly filled in (by another bloody mason). Despite that I numbered them all when I cut them out, I am not counting until I am well over half way up the staircase. I dare not. 

If I was a simple religious person, I would think that God was punishing me for something I have (or have not) done, but he could just as easily be saving me from a far worse fate. To hold the latter belief could be what is called 'having faith'. Personally, I think he is neutral.