A letter from my father:
“I was amused (not quite the right word) by your account of your troubles with people parking outside your garage today.  I remember your mother’Â’s story. She found a car parked outside the gate when she wanted to go somewhere. There had been a few similar episodes, and she lost her temper and telephoned the guards. They sent a guard to investigate.
It appeared the car was registered to a woman in mid-Cork, some distance away, and she was telephoned and told to remove the obstruction. The car was being driven by her daughter, who had business in [town], but she (the daughter) could not be found, so the registered owner had to make the trip into [our] road and remove the obstruction. Revenge, satisfaction, removal of an obstacle… all very well, if one was not acquainted with the culprit.”
