I knocked on about 10 different doors asking if anyone in the house drove a small red Vaxhall Corsa. No-one did, but everyone gave me very helpful advice, telling me which houses I didn’t need to ask and which houses were strong contenders. One house was high on everyone’s list, the house with the jungle growing out of the window. The one hidden behind a sizeable hedge. The one with a sign advertsing a room vacant for a student.
I knocked, I asked. No, no-one in the house drove a red Vauxhall Corsa. I moved on.
The tiny Corsa was parked in a position that effectively blocked 2 driveways, which is illegal. The car was also parked over one foot away from the curb and across a road parking space. These were not signs of a skilled driver, a careful or consderate person. A baby seat was strapped in the back, a St. Georges flag decorated the rear window.
Poor Tanking thomas couldn’t get into the Wendy House drive and I don’t have a street parking permit. One of my neighbours kindly offered to let me use her drive. I didn’t have to find a place miles away, outside of the restricted parking zone and catch a bus home. My favourite Fiesty neighbour started ranting on my behalf about how inconsiderate and ignorant the Corsa owner was. Fiesty neighbour offered me her spare street parking permit.
I photographed the Corsa, its parking permit, and got into Thomas to move him into my neighbours drive. As I started Thomas, a large blond lady come out of the jungle house, briskly walked up to the Corsa and got in. I jumped out of Thomas and ran up to the Corsa before she pulled away, tapped on her window. She said nothing, just nodded as I explained that she had blocked my access, that I couldn’t park on the road and asked her not to park there again. She nodded, pulled away and drove the wrong way up a one way street. Both my neighbours watched.
Fiesty nieghbour: you were much more polite than I would have been
wendy: she knows where I live and could make life really difficult for me if she wanted – I told her all she needed to know and have photographic evidence
Fiesty neighbour: you should report her for driving the wrong way up a one way street
wendy: I think she would guess it was me, wouldn’t you guess it was me, and she might want to take revenge.
Fiesty neighbour: yes I’d guess it was you if it was me, you’re right, but she broke the law and is a pest
wendy: she’ll suffer for it because of who and how she is, I dont need to be the instrument or a focus of her suffering