having left the house in the morning, think of nothing, just think of moving on, to find the car. It is there where it was left yesterday evening, somewhere opposite that church at the end of the park. The melody starts on the mobile phone, it is seven in the morning. The melody only starts as a reminder, in case the god of sleep decides to put in overtime. Reach into the breast pocket, take out the phone and turn the alarm off.
The car is a long way down the park, actually past the church. Press the button on the key, and see the lights blink. Get in, and a short blast from the windscreen wash system clears away the coating of hoar frost on the window. There is a car in the mirror now rushing along. It stops alongside, and the driver attempts to park in the space behind. That space is free, but it is not large.
It takes a while for the other driver to notice that there is someone in the car that past which he is trying to manoeuvre. A short beep on the horn does it's part.
Back the car a few metres, and then leave the park space behind.
The man now has two empty spaces to park in.
In the mirror, see that he is still having difficulties.
Perhaps he should buy a smaller car.
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