Tuesday, 15 July 2014


I was working on my van at the bottom of the drive, when Tricia suddenly appeared. She seemed very flustered and indignant.

"Look at this," she says, and hands me a note. "Bloody cheek," she goes on, "I have been parking there for twenty seven years!"

I read the note. "Well Tricia," I say, "It seems like you have been parking in someones private drive for all those years."

"But why would they suddenly write me a note after all these years?"

"Maybe new people have moved into the house and they aren't so easy going?"

"I shall keep parking there," she says, "I shall write them a note asking for permission."

"They might not want to give you permission."

"Don't see why not, there's lots of room in their drive."

Just at that moment, a man rides by on a bicycle, "Good morning," he calls cheerily, and Tricia and I both wave and wish him good morning back.

"Who was that?" Tricia asks.

"That's the new community policeman," I tell her.

"Oh crikey," she says, "we shouldn't be talking to him."

"Why not?" I ask.

"Last week he told me off for parking in that private road at the back of the co-op!"

Tricia and me look at each other, and we both burst out laughing.


  1. I think your friend is a little cheeky, but with a sense of humor, too.

  2. I love a rebel. Tricia is a good example.

  3. I hope Tricia finds another spot to park her car...so as not to annoy the owners of the property.
    Twenty years is a long time for her cheeky behaviour....I'm not sure she would like it if the shoe were on the other foot.

  4. have to be careful with parking for trail hikes sometimes too