Some people will think I’m making too much of a fuss about disability parking spaces being used by people who don’t have a parking permit. There’s already been grumbles on Twitter that I’m like a dog with a bone, I won’t let it go. I admit, it’s a pet peeve of mine. The thing is, it *does* invade my life and impacts on just about everything I do outside the house.
Today has been a long day at work. It is cold outside, and it’s wet as well. By the time I arrived at the supermarket, it was also dark. And as happens so often, out of four disability carparks, two were occupied by cars without disability parking permit. I was not happy at all.