curtain twitching folk

I do not have a wife but my neighbour does. His wife has a parking space on the road outside their house, which nobody else on the steet has, because in fairness - she doesn't have one either.

But she would really love to have a space - and so they both guard it as if she owned it anyay. They do this by parking the husband's car across the pavement and part on their enormous driveway beside their house. This ensures that nobody would mistake the parking space as one they could use on a public highway for which they pay road tax.

I would like to take this opporuntity to draw the neighbours' attention to the parable of 'the man across the road', who in line with West Bridgford suburban values, also likes to park his car outside his house (and in fact waits at the window for long periods for opportunities to do so, if he hasn't secured a spot).

Problem is that despite his best efforts, his car had two windows kicked in at night whilst parked outside his home, which makes me feel very slightly religous. One can only hope that the first neighbour is unlucky enough to also fall victim of the same irony - but then there is the danger that myself and my immediate next door neighbour may once again nearly choke to death with laughter whilst the damage is surveyed.