A bad start to the day

Breaking my neck wasn't on the agenda. The cunts who manage the farm field on TileKiln lane recently cropped the footpath to a narrow strip behind the hedge, using barbed wire. It's almost impossible to pick your way along the path now - it's always sodden and waterlogged - often with a couple of inches of water - and is totally uneven - large piles of trampled soil, tree roots etc - a nightmare. I'm fit and able but I've seen many people really struggle. Today, I managed to fall over and nearly break my wrist - I've really pulled my shoulder out, was totally covered in mud, water and dog shit or whatever - had really trouble getting up off the floor and out of the water. I'm fucking livid. Hastings has more fucking barbed wire than Colditz. I've pulled this shoulder before and it was agony - if it gets any worse I'm going to march to the council offices and punch someone.