Just got home from work with DD. I am 18 weeks pregnant and knackered. DP is away on business. I am also disabled and have a parking space outside my house. One of the neighbours is parked in it - no blue badge. After driving round the block I find a space about 50m away - further than my normal walking distance. Wrestle DD out of the car, my work bag, her nursery bag and my walking stick and stagger to the house, stopping every few m.
Neighbour appears in gym kit and unlocks the car saying "oh sorry, is this your space?"
"Yes, this is my house"
"Sorry, there wasn't anywhere else to park"
"Do you think there was anywhere else for me? I'm 18 weeks pregnant, disabled and I have a toddler to look after! I'm exhausted. What am I supposed to do?!"
"I'm really sorry, can I do anything to help?"
"No! no you can't. It's too late. Maybe next time you could think about why these spaces are here and who might need to use them."
Am now in house trying not to cry. I'm going to have to make the same journey back to the car in the morning and will now worry all day in case it happens again. That space is my lifeline. If the only space was another 50m away I would not be able to get home at all :(