WELL, our esteemed readers out there have certainly kept us busy this week. After The Comet plopped onto door mats across the district on Thursday, our phone was a veritable hotline. The greatest number of calls came from those of you offering a home to L

WELL, our esteemed readers out there have certainly kept us busy this week.

After The Comet plopped onto door mats across the district on Thursday, our phone was a veritable hotline.

The greatest number of calls came from those of you offering a home to Lucky the cat, who had been found in a skip.

You can't help but have the cockles of your heart warmed a bit knowing there are so many cat lovers out there willing to offer the cute kitten a home.

The other thing that got you dialling our number was the state of the roads in Comet country.

We have received numerous calls about the state of the highways and byways - and you're not happy.

I'm glad people were phoning in and that our story is having an impact, but issues like this always give me a minor internal conflict as to how much these kind of things actually matter, in the grand scheme of things.

Part of my brain says poor quality roads fall into the category of "come back when you have some real problems".

I mean, we still have roads, not dirt tracks. And by implication, we still have cars, buses or bikes to go along them, which is a lot more than can be said for a fair share of the world's population.

So maybe, even if they're crumbling or riddled with pot holes, we still have something to count ourselves lucky for.

But, before the barrage of abuse begins, clearly this is something we've paid money for via our council tax and so maybe we have a right to expect them to be in good nick.

Maybe we are being failed by our councils who should pull their fingers out and get our streets up to standards we have a right to expect.

After all, a dodgy road can damage your car, is a danger to all road users, and is, plain and simply, downright uncomfortable.

But still, I find it hard to get all that het up about the whole thing, which I appreciate will not make me all that popular.

I had assumed that maybe I was not alone in not caring all that much about roads, but last weekend even the boyfriend abandoned me, denouncing our street as "the worst in Bedfordshire".

It has evidently been patched up a fair few times down the years but I hadn't really given its state much thought, and I assumed he hadn't either.

But with even the boyfriend suffering from state-of-the-road rage, it seems there is no escape.

Maybe this week I should pay a bit more attention and try to see what all the fuss is about.