It was at about this point a middle aged woman in a stupid shite mini 4x4 (Suzuki Jimny or some equal toss: if you're gonna drive a gas guzzler, drive a proper environmental crime. Like, I dunno, a BMW X6 or something. But I digress) started pipping her horn in an irritated fashion.
'What's the problem?' I ask
'I insist you move that lorry' she replies
'I'm afraid that's not possible: they're moving steel girders, each one weighs half a ton', I explain
'Well I don't care about that. It's blocking the street and I need to get through'
We go on in similar fashion for about 5 minutes. Her basic position was that there wasn't enough space to get through (there was, as matters turned out) and she couldn't proceed on her way (she could). I pointed out that there was in fact enough space (there was), or in the alternative, as MotCO street is in fact a crescent, she could turn around and go back the other way. But no! Forwards it had to be.
It ended thus:
'If you don't move that lorry I shall call the police. I must inform you that I'm a J.P.'
'I knew there was a reason I stopped appearing in magistrates' courts. The lorry stays.'
As it transpired, midst much gunning of the mighty 1.4l engine, she was able to proceed on her urgent business and park up down the street.
Turns out she was cluttering the place to walk her dog in the park out back.
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