and Happy *BLEEPING* Christmas to you too, Mr Big Car parked so close to my bumper, way across the yellow line signaling the END of your parking space that I couldn’t open my boot without getting stuck on your radiator grill leaving me to manhandle my parcels and pram into the boot via the back seat. THANKS A LOT!

(Bah humbug, I am SO over Christmas shopping its not even funny anymore……..)