It's contagious, I tell you!
We're a street of semis. Approx half the houses have a drive, and even with a drive, there is room for another car to park in front of each house, without encroaching beyond the boundary of the adjoining house, if they are a) sensible and b) considerate. Which is good, because nearly all the houses have more than one car and parking is tight.
Having posted last night about how we never have parking issues, some fuckwit has parked with the mid-point of their car dead level with the boundary between us and the NDNs, taking up 2 spaces! I think they may be a visitor, as I don't recognise the car, or possibly from the street opposite, which has far more difficulty with parking.
But if it turns out to be Air BNB guests from across the road (they built a detached annexe in their garden and rent it out for £85 a night!) there could be a considerable degree of pissed-offness in our (normally) quietly friendly road.
Neighbours are getting fed up with all the extra comings and goings, their security light illuminating half the street till it looks like Wembley for a night match and, horror of horrors, they leave their bins out on the grass verge instead of putting them down the side of the house. (My nice, but slighly nutty, NDN had Words, and they bought a wooden bin store for them, but the fucking thing keeps blowing open and clattering in the night, which now bugs me, and I may have to have a Word of my own with them).
So, I'm now simultaneously channelling OP by keeping a close watch on the parking situation AND the van man, by parking a gnat's cock from the bumper of the forriner car. (Didn't want to park on the drive, the front grass is fearful slippery and the drive so narrow I can't get out of the car without stepping on it).