The other week as I hacked up one of my favourite postprandial lanes I observed a small van nestled into a passing point. In the driver’s seat sat a man with reflective yellow jacket and a moustache and a clipboard. As I walked by him I nodded. He did not nod back but instead made a note on his clipboard.
The following day I walked the lane again, and this sign had appeared.
Yes, I think we can probably find £6 billion of cuts somewhere in this state of ours.