Something trivial almost tipped me over yesterday. No, I am not proud of it.
I was not feeling too well so I guess I was needing a little more privacy than usual. Living in a Vicarage can sometimes feel like being in a goldfish bowl.
Our kitchen window is just inches away from the Vicarage driveway so one gets a full view of everything that is happening in the kitchen unless you have the curtain shut. When I went to the kitchen, I saw a car parked with the driver missing but with a passenger still inside.
I got super annoyed. Annoyed that the car was parked there without permission but also didn’t quite appreciate being treated like an exhibit in a museum. Just as I was huffing and puffing, the undertakers decided that they would park their big black van blocking entry to our own driveway!
I have had enough and decided to shut the curtains!
Surely I am entitled to a little privacy in my own home.
Secret Diary Of A Church of England Vicar's Wife 