Letter of complain

The Editor of the London High Street
Evening Standard Company London
1st December 2000

Dear Sir,
I am writing to you, because I would like you to publish something about complete awkwardness of road services in our country. As you probably know, heavy snowfalls in recent days transformed major part of our roads into terrible mass of jammed cars and snow. Of course our dear meteorological service hadn't mentioned that this little shift in weather might occur.

My name is xxx, and I am a happy London commuter. As far as I remember, some time ago my Boss warned me not to be late to work. Until now, I've managed to forget how my boss looks like.

I'm just fed up listening, that there are too few roads, too many vehicles, too little equipment and too many road accidents to deal with. In the Stone Age, when a wheel was still to be invented, travelling was faster and more efficient.
As far as I remember, authorities before election promised to improve communication. Now we can see fruits of their activities. Soon they will be prosecuted, when one desperate commuter decides to commit suicide jammed in his car.

To cut a long story short, I would be grateful, if you write some words about our road services performance.
Exasperated Commuter