I couldn’t help but smile this morning.
There’s a man who lives across the road from us, and he comes home very late at night, and reverses down his driveway with his highbeams on. He doesn’t just drive down and turn them off, he’ll sit there for a minute or two doing goodness knows what before he turns them off. Since we had new curtains put in it doesn’t really cause us any problems, it just seems rude.
Last night, instead of his highbeams, we had a terrible ruckus – a truck, pneumatic thingies groaning, metal sounds and et-ceteras. We brushed it off and got a few hours sleep before the HardMan woke for his next feed.This morning as I went to get into my car, I spied the dreaded Stigma-mobile across the road, on the nature strip, with it’s bonnett smashed up to the front wheel arch. I had a little giggle to myself, and went to work, singing.
Does that make me a bad person?