I'm having the drive re-sealed. In the nearly twenty years we've been here, it's been patched once, and that was about 17 years ago. Recently it's been looking more and more like some hippy artist's crumbling digs.
So last week I decided Something Must Be Done.
The last two days I have been descended upon by a gang of males, trucks and diggers. It's all very exciting. At smoko times I like to think my spiced fruit muffins* will spur them to do an extra-good job. But they are above being bribed; they tell me always do an extra good job. But please don't stop the muffins.