Boundaries. Interesting word. Some are visible and solid like fences, others are more a concept like good manners, but we all know what a boundary is. So why is it that in something as small as a caravan park, some low life mongrels spread themselves into other peoples space and even worse, carry on a treat if you call them on their bad behaviour thus effectively making you the offensive one for complaining?
We are big, but we always keep our camp within the boundary of our particular site. This is the patch of ground allocated to us and which we pay temporary rent for. We do not encroach on the sites behind or beside us. This usually makes everyone including us happy little campers.
But.... the old fart next to us has pulled in as close to the dividing line as he could, then instead of parking his car at the front of his site which by the way is twenty metres long, he has driven around behind his van into the next site behind him and backed his car up to his annexe thus blocking the site behind him and putting his car half on his site and half on mine. I do not need that extra metre or so of space, but......his car is now right beside my portable clothes line which I set up at the back of my site. Today I have had to move that line to be able to hang my washing and not have it blown against his dirty car while it is drying. Grrrrr.
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