A lovely Sunday afternoon. I live opposite a reservoir and sometimes (quite often) the reservoir carpark gets full so they all park outside my house.
This isn't a problem. I don't mind - the reservoir is lovely and everyone should be able to enjoy walking around it.
It's just today there was a gang of teenagers. Sitting on my wall - which I am peculiarly fond of given that I built the thing with the builders - lumping great big pieces of stone. It's not like they were doing any harm to the wall. It's just that I felt my space was invaded.
They were loud obnoxious sweary and drinky. After an hour of this I decided they'd taken up residence. So i went to ask them to go away. I told them they were loud obnoxious sweary and drinky and to bugger off because I didn't like hearing their voices.
I have turned into a cross between Nigel Farage and Jeremy Clarkson haven't I? But seriously I really didn't like hearing their shouting. To be fair to them, they went more or less straight away. They left a couple of empty cans which I tidied away. They really were not that bad. I could have put up with it. Except I really didn't want to.