Chardy, we lived briefly in a row of six small workers cottages, ours was narrow, in the middle, backed onto farmland
This was the only housing on a narrow quiet country lane going out of the village, the main road miles away.
One morning there was a great clattering outside, a looong flat bed lorry wih two men unloading scaffolding poles. I opened the window when they banged on my front door, asked what did they want, one said, “Come on, open the door luv we’ve got all this to unload”
As though they could physically bring long poles through a wee cottage.
They took some persuading that they were in the wrong place but apparently the SatNav knew better than me.
It was the belligerence and bloody mindedness upset me more than the idiocy.
He roared off as though I was the unreasonable one.