I parked at my neighbour’s house
I live down a little mews which has a few parking spaces for the residents but not many. The mews is off a main road where there is a resident permit holder scheme in place between 8:30am and 6:30pm, Monday to Saturday. So far, I’ve resisted getting a permit. During the week, I’m away at work between those hours – I’m out of the house before 8:30 in the morning and I don’t get home until after 6:30pm – so I only need parking overnight and don’t have a problem. Only on one occasion has my alarm clock not gone off, I’ve missed the 8:30 deadline for moving the car and secured myself a parking ticket (timed at 8:33).
Saturday is a slightly different story. I don’t need to leave for work so have no reason to move the car before 8:30. Since I moved in three months ago, I’ve been trying to work out what to do with my car on a Saturday. So far, I’ve got round the situation by leaving the car half an hour’s walk away in a nearby area where there’s free parking or putting it on a meter for a few hours. For the first and last time a few weeks ago, I left the house before 8:30 for the sake of it and went and found something to do (ok I had actually been needing to go to Ikea for several weeks!).
Anyway, my housemate recently found out from another resident in the road that a house and the parking space which goes with it are currently unoccupied. So a couple of weeks ago, I decided to take the liberty of parking there on Friday night. When I came to collect my car the next day (long after 8:30!), I found strips of white parcel tape all over the car with the words ‘THIS SPACE DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU! DO NOT PARK HERE!’ written on them. I was a bit alarmed and decided not to repeat parking there in the immediate future.
However, yesterday night, I got home to find that on-street parking was completely prohibited in all the roads around the mews. I circled round for something like forty minutes, clonked the back of my car on a barely visible bollard whilst doing a u-turn (grrr) and got into a really bad mood. Eventually, I decided to park in the spare spot down the mews and leave a note on the windscreen saying how I didn’t mean to trespass, use property that wasn’t mine but I couldn’t find a space on the road, here’s my telephone number etc.
I was slightly dreading going down to the car this morning. I’d taken a bit of a risk and had no idea whether the owners of the space would have upped the stakes on the vandalism or been a bit conciliatory in light of my note.
The note read along the lines of ‘we don’t mind you parking here at all, please just park a little more over to the right as we are one car and one motorbike’.
And that was that. The power of the written word!
I’m going to see if I can park at Mr/Mrs/Ms Whoever’s house on a regular basis!





