“Is the vehicle currently obstructing your access?”
I looked out the window at Denise’s Corsa, sitting with its nose almost touching my hedge.
“Yes.”
He confirmed the address. Asked me to describe the vehicle. Asked whether the obstruction was complete or partial.
“Completely blocking the entrance,” I said.
He told me he would be sending an enforcement officer and gave me a reference number for the case. He also told me I could upload documentation to the case file, which I was already in the process of doing as he spoke. Nineteen photographs were uploading while we talked. The last three finished attaching before I made the second call, to the approved contractor the council directed me to.
Ezoic
It was five-forty in the morning. Denise’s bedroom curtains were closed. Not a light in the house.
I said, “She’s asleep. Take your time.”
The contractor confirmed the address, the vehicle description, the nature of the obstruction.
