Authorities in Cornwall, England, along with the Public Works Department, have been searching for an enigmatic driver who allegedly took matters into their own hands and filled in a massive pothole in the center of the road with cement.
Although residents of Cornwall had to endure extra difficulties to avoid the region at the top of Tanhouse Road and Bodmin Hill in Lostwithiel due to the enormous hole that was in the midst of the tarmac, British people are well aware that the roads aren’t always the greatest.
The road was declared formally closed at the start of April. A representative for the Cornwall Council stated that the road’s surface degradation was caused by an ongoing dispute with drainage.
However, following a month of total government inaction, an unnamed person became quite agitated over the enormous pothole and made the decision to personally fill it with concrete over the first weekend of May. For a little while, the do-it-yourself fix succeeded, and the road was briefly reopened. However, Cormac, the road repair business employed by Cornwall Council, once again stopped the road since their crew hadn’t completed the work in a formal manner.
The Cornwall Highways chiefs are currently searching for the individual who is in charge of this. They added that the signs had been taken down without permission by an unidentified person who had completed the work.
The firm stated that until it catches up with the backlog of pothole repairs, the route would be closed until June 9th. “If information regarding who carried out the works becomes known in the community, I would be grateful if details could be shared,” stated a manager at Cornwall Highways. Colin Martin, the Cornwall councilor for Lanreath and Lostwithiel, said that this pothole served as the “ideal illustration of how the public sector as a whole is collapsing as a result of underfunding.”
“The road has been closed again and will remain closed until it is ‘properly’ repaired by Cormac,’ but they say this could be weeks away as all available teams have been diverted to filling smaller potholes on roads which are still open,” Mr. Martin said in an interview with Cornwall Live. The cash allocated for preventative maintenance and road resurfacing has been reduced by the Conservative-run Cornwall Council throughout the last two years. This imprudent choice has led to potholes popping up all throughout Cornwall more quickly than Cormac can patch them.
This is not the first time a citizen has taken up the role of the local government. A Toronto citizen noticed in 2017 that the community garden would benefit greatly from a new set of park stairs. However, the city estimated that it would cost between $65,000 and $150,000. Thus, for a meager $550, the man built it himself. Continue reading to learn what they did since, of course, the city was not at all pleased.
My Husband Said ‘My Win, My Money’ despite the Fact That I Pay All the Bills – Turned Pale Coming Home One Day
I thought my husband and I were on the same page, but when he suddenly won a lot of money, he changed towards me. I decided to teach him a valuable lesson about what partnership and marriage mean!
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John and I, Emma, have been married for two years. I earn more than him, which means I cover all our expenses, including the rent for our house, groceries, and other major bills.
This generally means I deny myself a lot of things, like new clothes or study courses that I really wanted to attend, so we can get by, and John pays for almost nothing.
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On top of that, my husband likes playing the lottery, and we had this deal where I’d chip in $20 weekly for his hobby, thinking it was a fun little support thing. However, he recently actually won big, like $50,000 big!
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Since I’ve long desired to pursue acting courses that I couldn’t afford before, I mentioned how he could give me about $1,500 from his winnings to make my little dream come true.
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But his laughter filled the room, a sound that once brought me joy now twisted into a melody of mockery. My heart shattered into pieces like a broken vase when I heard him say:
“Emma, darling, you must be joking. My win, my money. Surely, you can’t think you’re entitled to a penny of it?”
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The hurt from his words cut deeper than I expected. “John, it’s not about entitlement. It’s about us, about supporting each other as partners. I’ve supported us for so long, denying myself the smallest luxuries while paying for everything. Is it so wrong to ask for this one thing?”
His face hardened, the joviality replaced by a cold detachment. “Support, Emma? That was your choice. This win is mine. I don’t see why I should have to spend it on your whims.”
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I stood there, hurt by his words, disbelief mingling with a rising fury. “WHIMS? John, for two years, every cent I’ve earned has gone into this life, our home. And now, when fortune finally smiles on us, you call my dreams whims?”
The silence that followed was oppressive, a tangible force that seemed to push us further apart. His next words were a whisper, yet they landed like a blow.
“If you can’t understand that, maybe we’re not on the same page after all.”
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It was a declaration of war, a line drawn in the sand. The days that followed were a tense ceasefire, each of us retreating into our corners, nursing wounds, and resentment.
The day he left to visit his brother, something in me snapped, and I eventually decided, “Oh, so we’ll play by your rules.” I decided to teach him an important lesson by taking advantage of his absence.
The house, once a symbol of our shared life, now felt like a prison of my own making. And so, I freed myself, taking every piece of it I could claim as my own.
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When he came home in the evening and opened the door, I literally saw his face turn pale when he realized that all the things I bought for our house had disappeared somewhere!
He dropped everything he had in his hands, and you could see the shock coursing through him when I implemented my plan and he saw the hall!
“What is this, Emma?! Where is everything?”
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I faced him, the weight of my decision grounding me. “It’s simple, John. I’m just playing by your rules. Since I paid for everything, and I will now be living in another house, I took it all with me. My win, my things!”
You should have seen his face. He was trying to tell me something, somehow to interrupt me, but I saw that he didn’t have a single argument.
His attempt to argue was almost pitiful. “You can’t do this! This is our home!”
“Our home?” The words were bitter on my tongue. “No, John, it’s just a house, and you’ve made it very clear that what’s yours is yours alone. So, I guess what’s mine is mine. Enjoy your winnings.”
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My response seemed to infuriate him further as he started shouting about how I didn’t dare take things from our house. He also dug his heels in deeper, insisting he could buy whatever he wanted with his money, could pay the rent by himself, as I didn’t need to spend another cent, and so forth.
Not interested in hearing him rant further, I chose not to spend another minute listening to him. I turned on my heel, leaving him standing in the shell of what used to be our life together.
The door closed with a finality that echoed through the empty rooms, a stark reminder of the cost of greed.
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The silence from him in the days that followed was a balm to my wounded heart as I found refuge at my mother’s place, where all my things were.
But when the apologies came, they were desperate, tinged with the realization of the magnitude of his mistake. The path to forgiveness was arduous, paved with late-night conversations and tears, a journey of rediscovery and reconciliation.
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“We lost ourselves, Emma,” he whispered one night, his voice cracking with emotion. “I lost myself in that win, forgot what mattered most. You, us, our dreams together.”
It was a new beginning, a chance to rebuild on the ruins of our past. The journey wasn’t easy, fraught with challenges and moments of doubt. John really needed to learn this lesson, and I was proud to realize that he had.
But in the end, it was our story, a testament to the power of love, understanding, and the strength to forgive that helped us start healing.
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In the following story, a husband wins the lottery and ends up losing everything. Here’s how:
Once upon a sunny afternoon, a man we’ll call Michael, found his life turned upside down — not by a twist of fate but by the golden ticket of a lottery win. Now, picture Michael, a mix of elation and shock, phone pressed to his ear, breaking the news to Emily, his ex, who’s been the family’s unwavering lighthouse through the stormiest of weathers.
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The air was thick with irony; the man who once caused drama and heartbreak with his affair was now a millionaire! Fast-forward to the plot twist, where Michael, in an unexpected move, decides to hand over the entire windfall to Emily and their kids.
Why, you ask? Perhaps a gesture of atonement, or a late realization of where his true treasures lie. But ah, the drama unfolds further when Rachel, the other woman turned current partner, catches wind of this! Let’s just say, she wasn’t thrilled!
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Cue the tension, as Rachel’s not about to let this slide without a fight! What’s her weapon of choice? Blackmail, with a pinch of revenge, threatening to spill a family secret that could shatter their son’s world. The stage was set for Michael’s ultimate test — a choice between safeguarding his newfound fortune or protecting his son’s innocence.
In a turn of events worthy of a soap opera, Michael chooses the latter, sacrificing his wealth and home to silence Rachel’s threats. This grand gesture doesn’t just close the chapter on his relationship with Rachel but opens a new one with Emily, but not as lovers rekindled.
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And there you have it, folks, a tale not just of winning millions but of rediscovering what truly matters. In the end, Michael learned that the real jackpot wasn’t the cash but the chance to right his wrongs and strengthen the bonds of family.
A feel-good finale if ever there was one, reminding us all that sometimes, the greatest wealth lies not in our wallets but in our hearts.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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