This was never going to end well.
The Mustress and Mr. Mhor had occasion to wait in the car park of a neighbouring village the other day.
This was necessary to obtain a grocery delivery.
Usually we take along a crossword puzzle book to while away the hours while we wait for the Tesco van to appear. We cannot get a home delivery as nobody delivers to such a remote spot as Mhor Cottage.
Not even the Robbing Butcher does home delivery.
Anyway.
The Mustress decided that in order to circumvent this problem, all she had to do was create an address in the next village, then intercept the delivery van. This has worked well for nearly two years. Tesco’s are quite used to it. The Mustress decided that it would be easiest if the address created was, in fact, the car park. Obviously they must know (hopefully) that we do not live in the car park.
So.
Sitting waiting for the van to come. The Mustress had forgotten to bring the crossword book along, so a slight marital disagreement ensued.
Cue the midday bus.
– Why is he waiting so long?
– Surely all the passengers have got out? All three of them?
– The driver can’t be waiting for a booked passenger to appear? Oh. He’s going now.
– But why did he wait so long in the first place? Oh look. That van has parked where the bus was.
– He can’t park in a bus stop, can he? Will the delivery person be much longer? I wish you hadn’t forgotten the puzzle book.
– Look at that! That car isn’t allowed to park there! It isn’t a designated space, is it?
– Mustress, who appointed you the Car Park Police?
– I never said I was the Car Park Police, did I? Goodness. Now the bus in the other direction is waiting on the other side of the road.
– You’re such a busybody. Who cares where people park? It’s not like there are no spaces, anyway. We’re the only people parked here.
and so on and so on and so on forever.
Or until the Tesco van came, anyway.
MEMO TO SELF Do not forget the crossword puzzle book next time.
