barefoot earlier

For a while this summer there was a digger that lived on our street - gone before we woke up and back before we got home. The local toddlers adored it; their parents hated it (imagine "digger, digger, see digger!!" every 10 minutes all day).

It provoked debate: should comercial vehicles park in residential streets? Is it alright so long as they have a valid tax disk (this didn't)? If it is OK, why aren't the streets full of fork-lifts and milk vans? Shouldn't we have better things to wonder? Did caring what parked in the street and when make us small-minded, or normal?

I wondered where it went each day and starting looking for it while cycling round town - never found it, and now it's vanished. Shucks.