So, after three days of claiming my space and leaving my drive free (which has been lovely, actually) I have found a flaw in my plan.
I have become Crazy Parking Lady.
Yesterday I had to park on the drive because he was in
my the space.
So I waited for him to go out and I (oh crikey I can hardly bear to say it), I MOVED MY CAR OFF THE DRIVE.
And then today, as I pulled up after the school run, I was met with the sight of ANOTHER CAR PARKED THERE.
Dear readers, I’m ashamed to say I frothed. I muttered obscenities and I swung my car into my drive with a flourish and a glare.
Is it too late for me? Have I become That Neighbour? Will I be nipping out and putting notes on people’s cars (in sandwich bags in case of rain) to ask them to move?
Watch this space.