Last week i had to go to my allotment in the evening to pick some stuff for my dad.I went past the house i used to attend for thursday night book study, it was thursday night and when i saw all the cars parked outside for it, i just had a huge grin on my face cos i felt so free and happy not to be there, it was the meeting i dreaded most, i used to hate it!no one used to talk to us - even my mother in law would'nt say hello not even to her grandchildren!(the only times she spoke were on two occasions which really surprised me until i realised it was because she wanted her youngest son to sleep at ours both times, so they could go away), anyway i got to the allotment which was awful cos my little ones did not want to be there, my eldest shut the door on my 18mth old so i went and left a big bucket of produce lying in the middle of the car park. On the way back theres a lane with a part where only one car can get through so after checking no one was conimg the other way i stated to drive up it, nearly at the bit where its wider and a boy racer appears out of nowhere making me stop.Bearing in mind he only had to reverse back one car length i waited for him to go back.The git and his girlfriend just stayed there laughing at me, i had the little ones and didn't want trouble so i started to reverse(which i just can't do!) they drove me back laughing and mouthing at me until i felt so intimidated i ended up in the hedge!I was stuck cos they were on top of my car and i could'nt pull forward so i ended up reversing all the way back with the result that my little car is absolutely plastered with scratches.I was really shaken up why do these morons act like this especially with kids in the car?Anyway next day my dad had this brilliant stuff he polished in so it looks much better, but i did have to laugh cos i know what the jws would have said about it - serves you right, if you had been at the meeting it would'nt have happened!In all honesty though if i had to relive that experience would i rather had gone to the meeting?NO!(There are some very honest people about though cos when my stepdad went back to the allotment the bucket of spuds etc was still there, and they were delicious!)