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We live in a cul-de-sac, with a second cul-de-sac leading off it.
It's normally fairly quiet except when local residents drive to and from work.
Most of the households have at least one car, some have two or three with working spouses and grown up children still at home.
I keep our caravan in storage, but I usually bring it home onto our drive if there are jobs to do on it, or for a good clean.
I try to avoid manoeuvring the caravan onto the drive at busier times when drivers want to get to and from work.
We had to wait in today for the building inspector to check out our new conservatory, but because I've got a couple of little repairs to do I decided to bring the caravan back for this weekend.
Fridays are not ideal, the local road network is busy and locals finish work at various times for the weekend, so my best option was early evening today.
I picked up the caravan and towed it home with no trouble and no delays, and I arrived outside our house at 8:15pm, with no traffic in the cul-de- sac.
When I swing round to back onto our drive, the car blocks the street, but at that time when the workers are home I wouldn't hold anyone up - or so I thought.
The minute that I moved into the middle of the road ready to right hand reverse onto the drive, no less that three parcel vans and two cars were waiting to come past.
There was nothing that I could do really, but it happens almost every time.
I backed the caravan half way onto the drive, I'd already disconnected the Alko stabiliser, the breakaway cable and the 12s plug, so I pulled the handbrake on, unhitched and moved the towcar with an apologetic wave to the waiting drivers.
Needless to say, before I'd finished backing on with the motor mover the vans had turned round and left the cul-de-sac and the cars had been parked, and the road returned to its usual quiet as the grave evening state.
Why does this always happen to me?
None of the waiting drivers did or said anything, but I couldn't help feeling a mixture of embarrassment and intimidation.
Every time that I move our caravan in our cul-de-sac, the world and his wife seem to choose that exact moment to drive past our house.
It's always the way that I'm in somebody's way 馃槦
It's normally fairly quiet except when local residents drive to and from work.
Most of the households have at least one car, some have two or three with working spouses and grown up children still at home.
I keep our caravan in storage, but I usually bring it home onto our drive if there are jobs to do on it, or for a good clean.
I try to avoid manoeuvring the caravan onto the drive at busier times when drivers want to get to and from work.
We had to wait in today for the building inspector to check out our new conservatory, but because I've got a couple of little repairs to do I decided to bring the caravan back for this weekend.
Fridays are not ideal, the local road network is busy and locals finish work at various times for the weekend, so my best option was early evening today.
I picked up the caravan and towed it home with no trouble and no delays, and I arrived outside our house at 8:15pm, with no traffic in the cul-de- sac.
When I swing round to back onto our drive, the car blocks the street, but at that time when the workers are home I wouldn't hold anyone up - or so I thought.
The minute that I moved into the middle of the road ready to right hand reverse onto the drive, no less that three parcel vans and two cars were waiting to come past.
There was nothing that I could do really, but it happens almost every time.
I backed the caravan half way onto the drive, I'd already disconnected the Alko stabiliser, the breakaway cable and the 12s plug, so I pulled the handbrake on, unhitched and moved the towcar with an apologetic wave to the waiting drivers.
Needless to say, before I'd finished backing on with the motor mover the vans had turned round and left the cul-de-sac and the cars had been parked, and the road returned to its usual quiet as the grave evening state.
Why does this always happen to me?
None of the waiting drivers did or said anything, but I couldn't help feeling a mixture of embarrassment and intimidation.
Every time that I move our caravan in our cul-de-sac, the world and his wife seem to choose that exact moment to drive past our house.
It's always the way that I'm in somebody's way 馃槦