A blow-in from mumsnet, hello again! At the age of 35, I had a senior moment last week that I'm not going to share in real life. I took my children to have a treat in an ice-cream parlour was pleased to be able to park outside. When we returned to the car, I was dismayed to find that a car had parked so close behind me that I was unable to open the boot to put the buggy in. It's a large, modern chassis and I didn't know if I was able to squash it in the backseat, and didn't want to either, for safety reasons. I walked around the car, muttering, took a photo, tried several times to squeeze the boot up and fruitlessly searched for a pen to leave a cross notice on the windscreen. Eventually, I managed to fit the chassis in the backseat and drove home. It wasn't until the following day that I remembered quite clearly clocking at least a metre of space IN FRONT of the car. I must have looked raving mad. If I hadn't been doing this sort of thing now and again for years, I would be concerned.