Frankly, I don’t know what these housebuilders are smoking. New dwellings pop up in totally arbitrary locations, in the middle of fields or mud flats, and then I’m supposed to build new roads to serve them before the car-owning inhabitants go postal because they can’t drive to the other side of our pretty little town. Well, it was a pretty little town before I was forced to bury it under a Gordian knot of concrete flyovers and motorways to
