Third time lucky

[desperance]

So the nice workiepeople have laid pretty block pavings in the forecourt of my house ("forecourt" actually makes it sound much grander than it is - just this Victorian notion of an area to separate house from street, a wall and a railing and about a yard of ground).

So far, in the last week, they have dug up bits of it twice and relaid them, on the orders of bureaucrats with clipboards and hard hats. (No, there is nothing dangerous overhead, unless they fear the sky's falling.) Now they are doing it a third time.

The bit they're doing now? Is the bit beneath which is buried the cable that provides my life access to the internets, the telephone, the world beyond my door.

Hitherto, they have already knackered that cable twice.

Am I feeling lucky...?