Our new neighbours have arrived today. My first experience was the Mancunian conversations held by the removals company men. How many expletives can you get in one sentence?? By the sounds of it, not a happy place to work.

On then to meeting the newbies. Cue BMW man who drives up as I am sat reading in the lounge with windows open. I hear a car reverse, park and gravel crunching. Surely he hasn’t just parked on our drive??

Yup! Doorbell goes and Mr Magoo introduces himself telling me that he’s parked on my drive because he cannot get past the removal truck. Oh and this is Slobby the daft dog rolling all over your lawn. I hear you liked the house so much you bought this one, hmm a key selling point from our previous landlord then. Hmm. While I am friendly to most I cannot quite believe that our new neighbour a) thought it was ok to park up first then tell me he’s done it while b) introducing new dog who is slobbering happily all over the grass.

So I’m afraid I politely told him that every other car has managed to get past said truck and to go park in front of the graveyard. And no it was not ok to roll up onto my drive and park on my gravel and paving slab. Oh and I also gently asked him to get rid of Slobby too who wanted to come say hello to a woman balanced on crutches!

Did I sound grumpy? Perhaps a little. I’d never ever park on someone else’s drive unless I had actually asked first or they had offered. Dam cheek if you ask me.

I was going to go round later and say welcome, perhaps not now, I think I did the welcome bit already to Mr Magoo.

Grr. Mr Fogg is clearly having influence over me!