I am fuming, furious, enraged. I have had a long day. I have given three very satisfying but exhausting talks. I have spent half my afternoon getting paperwork done to finally have a parking space in front of my block. I have phoned the (still) current owner of the parking space to organise the rent for the month of November. He kindly said I could use the parking space from today on.
I’ve just come back from my last conference, and I had been looking forward all evening to driving straight into my lovely cosey parking spot when I arrived home, instead of driving around the neighbourhood in search of a place to leave my huge Audi for the night.
And now I find this b***** French person has parked his car right on MY spot.
Go to hell.