Not too many days ago, certainly not more than 4 or 5, I had the dubious pleasure of reading a piece on the Times, about teachers in a school in Sliema. These teachers were disgruntled by the fact that the local council had imposed a 2-hour parking limit on the public roads adjacent to the school.
Now I admit I am not too good of an administrator, and my first impressions were that elected members of the local council had been smoking something stronger than diesel exhaust fumes. I mean, come on… that’s absolutely ridiculous! Can you imagine a teacher rushing out every couple of hours to move his car?
Reading further on, this time to the many varied and colourful comments, the raging war of the words continued to escalate. At one point there was somebody who even suggested that the ‘toffee-nosed twits at Sliema (his words) wanted their own personal parking space in front of their homes’.
There is no need to say that I found this chap quite likeable, and agreed that the Sliema residents were the first to sell their soul (and town) to the businesses cropping up all over the place, and then wanted a slice of the same pie.
I chuckled to myself as I thought to myself…”That’s what they need next, a personalised parking space!”
Actually this little piece of brain matter floating in my head proved to be my undoing as that evening I arrived home from work. Going round the public garden where I live, I realised there simply was nowhere to park my little Daihatsu (aka Sid!).
So naturally, I had to park a little bit aways from our house. Once on my street, I realised what the problem was.
It was full of my neighbours’ cars, and while I have no spite, or want to disagree with any of them, all smashing people, I thought that it was quite unfair for a family to have 7 (!!!) cars parked out in the street when they have a massive garage just beneath their house. Likewise the family next door had the husband’s, wife’s, two offspiring AND their boyfriends’ cars parked on the single lane parking spots. This trend continued right down to the bottom of the public garden.
And I thought to myself… those guys from Sliema, far from being toffee-nosed, actually had a point. What if there was a SINGLE parking space for each of the families on the block? It surely made sense, and is something that is in use abroad. In Southend (UK), for example, there is no chance you can park in a residential street. Forget it. Cameras take a picture with their beady eyes every time a vehicle enters the street. If the car stops for more than a quarter of an hour, and the number plate does not belong to a resident, then that owner is right royally screwed.
If at least, after 8pm, every house had its’ single parking space, then the chances are good that one will be able to unload himself close to home.
Of course, then again, I would also make it a prerogative that families having a garage, MUST park their cars in that garage. No ifs and buts….
…and with that thought, I turned back to park my little Sid in the garage.
Ah well…. can’t win ’em all!
Until the next time…. be safe!