7th February. The Cone Police.

"They cones belong tae the site!" says a council worker in a Hi-Vis jacket all accusatory.

"I seen you takin' it, what were yer daein' wi' it like?"

I offer up a feeble excuse, in fact the only possible ready explanation, that I'd put it by the back of the trailer in case someone else was reversing into the space by the Inert Waste skip.

I don't think Hi-Vis is buying it but walks off, together with the recaptured cone.

I mean the alternative explanation seems even more unlikely: that someone would bother to nick a single traffic cone.