Ah dear.
The neighbours (who we really don’t give a toss about now) have done it again. This week they complained we were blocking the driveway. Right. We never have. Maybe they meant to complain about themselves when they wash their car in the drive or when they have unannounced gardening sessions that block our drive for two hours.
Regardless.
If you are going fabricate lies about us blocking a drive, don’t be stupid enough to go and do this two days later. We have a digital camera. You don’t.
You know, if I saw people continually blocking my driveway, I’d be wanting to go out for a drive. Really. And I’d be in my car, beeping at them to move the f’king thing at every opportunity.
What is it about flashy red utes, anyway? At my old place, it was also a flashy red ute that blocked me in. (See http://www.toxiccustard.com/diary/2003/07.html#09 )