Yesterday I went with Poppy to get my hair cut. We arrived early and as it was warm we decided to stop for a drink. There was a pub on a quiet side road where lots of people were outside enjoying a drink, many of them sitting on the narrow pavement or on the kerb.
Poppy offered to nip in and get us some drinks. It wasn’t until she’d gone that I realised that she’d parked me and my chair in the road, not on the pavement. When she came out I said in mock horror, ‘You left me in the middle of the road!’ She responded by pointing at the markings on the ground and saying ‘You were parked in a disabled bay.’