Handbags   (The sad, the bad and the ugly. Non-productive stuff here.)

In my last house we lived close to the town,in a street with double yellow lines and drivers regularly parked on the actual drive, which did have a dropped kerb, to go shopping. One time, I had been out and came back to find a car there, and parked behind it and went indoors.

The driver rang the bell and said he had parked there because he thought the house was empty. now could I move my car so he could get out. I refused, and after about an hour he called over a traffic warden, who was patrolling the street. She knocked, and asked me to move my car, I refused, I said the driver was trespassing on private land.

The driver was very abusive, screaming at me I had no right to block him in. Very strong on their rights these people. I told him he had no right to park on private property. I shut the door, and ignored him while he and the traffic warden got their heads together. I half expected them to call the police!

After about 2 hours, of almost constant door bell ringing, I had to pick my children up from school, so I had to move the car at that time. The driver screaming abuse at me as I left the house. He'd gone when I returned, and I bet he was a bit more careful where he parked after that.