Let me in!

For the first time in my life, I cannot go home. Not because I am unwelcome there, but because there is a massive lorry blocking the lane.

This is one of the few downsides to living in our new house. The ice sculptor next door and the frozen food man generate a degree of traffic that the tiny lane and yard quickly struggles to contain. I bear them no malice whatsoever because they are just doing their business.

So I sit here gazing in the gloaming, wondering when I might be able to gain entry to our house.

It's a strange feeling, and one that's hard to convey.

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[Tim the Enchanter]

...but on the positive side... are they smoking and swearing?