Nice Mr Next Door had a car or two towed by the DVLA a few days ago. This has not really cramped his operations, and more cars are multiplying outside and the place looks more like a garage than ever.
I am not terribly upset by this. Dear heart sometimes has a problem parking, but what generally happens is that they move the car for him, if not at the exact time that he arrives then soon after. It also means that there is usually someone out and about and discourage the more random burglaries and vandalism. Several very little ones play in the street as well, so there are always plenty of pairs of eyes.
Well, last night dear heart couldn't park outside the house and Mr Next Door knocked around 8.30pm to say that he could move his car to the front of the house. Dear heart came in chuckling. You see, the cars had been towed after a sustained campaign from Her Three Doors Down (apparently) but two of the cars now overflowing in the street were from the people who towed the car - they needed some work done and were happy that they had just found someone who could sort it out. I believe recommendations may follow.
I've been quite cheered up.
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