GrannyJen
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No is the answer and they can bugger off
Parked up at a lovely, gorgeous Britstop in Warwickshire. Just had the roof raised, seats swivelled and the pub owner comes out and offers me a prime space. By the canal, tucked into a hedge, quiet. My Sister, who is stopping bed and breakfast, and my two dogs, go off for a gorgeous walk,
Two hours later in wafts a great white, 6 metres long. They want the same space but can only have part of it by cutting my rear off. Being ever so polite and just a wee diminutive Granny I tell them to find somewhere else as I cannot get out without asking them to move.
Poor darlings, they think they are dealing with the local gyppo in a builders van (please note: My Great Grandfather (paternal) was Irish traveller so "gyppo" or "pikey" is not being racialist)....
They also think that their 6 metre great white puts them above the edge.
So, having dinner in my lovely, gorgeous Britstop, I mention my predicament to the owner, who knows and loves me, (or at least loves my dogs ). He goes out, tells them to shift it. A long story short, big confrontation, they tell me, in front of a full pub, I'm basically "only in a camper van" and therefore well below their class and it's me that should move. How nice to have had a portable printer in my van I produce a price list for their van, printed of after it all kicked off.... £59k for a swift 6m on a fiat ducato, £65k for a similar albert specced Cali..... "Hello darlings, don't lower yourselves further, you are already the bottom slice of the cream cake ...".
Result is owner, and a few customers, tell them to "p*ss off" or park by the road, opposite end to the car park.
What is it with people who drive furniture lorries on holiday?
Parked up at a lovely, gorgeous Britstop in Warwickshire. Just had the roof raised, seats swivelled and the pub owner comes out and offers me a prime space. By the canal, tucked into a hedge, quiet. My Sister, who is stopping bed and breakfast, and my two dogs, go off for a gorgeous walk,
Two hours later in wafts a great white, 6 metres long. They want the same space but can only have part of it by cutting my rear off. Being ever so polite and just a wee diminutive Granny I tell them to find somewhere else as I cannot get out without asking them to move.
Poor darlings, they think they are dealing with the local gyppo in a builders van (please note: My Great Grandfather (paternal) was Irish traveller so "gyppo" or "pikey" is not being racialist)....
They also think that their 6 metre great white puts them above the edge.
So, having dinner in my lovely, gorgeous Britstop, I mention my predicament to the owner, who knows and loves me, (or at least loves my dogs ). He goes out, tells them to shift it. A long story short, big confrontation, they tell me, in front of a full pub, I'm basically "only in a camper van" and therefore well below their class and it's me that should move. How nice to have had a portable printer in my van I produce a price list for their van, printed of after it all kicked off.... £59k for a swift 6m on a fiat ducato, £65k for a similar albert specced Cali..... "Hello darlings, don't lower yourselves further, you are already the bottom slice of the cream cake ...".
Result is owner, and a few customers, tell them to "p*ss off" or park by the road, opposite end to the car park.
What is it with people who drive furniture lorries on holiday?
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