A Plague on their Houses

To the managers who manage by undermining and misinforming.

To the drivers dangerous who overtake in the inside using my safe zone to cut in.
To the drivers inconsiderate who race ahead of me and take up a space and a half leaving me close to the edge. Who rush in, buy their booze and rush out again leaving me to emerge from the petrol station and shrug and say its not my fault to the next driver shaking his head at my apparently appalling parking.

To those who live on private roads with intimidating signs to stop a polite Blipper from catching the glorious blazing sunset over the Forth - yet they can park opposite the end of my drive in my cul-de-sac any time with scarcely a thought.

To the mean landowners who erect high stone walls so this five foot something Blipper can't see over to catch the now rapidly fading sunset.
To the road planners who don't have blipping points so the sunset was faded to a dull yellow glow by the time I could stop.

I was cursing them all as I drove, summoning the spirits of the Kelpies as i passed but it's not in my nature to wish harm on anyone for long. So instead I send them them cleansing herbs and flames to free them from their mean spirited natures and the consequences of their selfish actions.

I send the healing herbs to D who in the space of a week welcomed a new born daughter and buried his father. I felt like a piece of cr@p for calling you about work today. I'm sorry I didn't know.

If you're reading this on twitter thank-you for reading to the bottom, I would never have been able to vent all this spleen in 140 characters!