Who Are You?
I came out the side entrance of my house to put the garden bin out.
You are parked there, with your engine running and side lights on. This is private land, and no thoroughfare, so why?
I give a quizzical look. I put the bin at the kerb and walk back and your full lights come one. I am watching and have a curious look on my face. It may be mistaken for anger, but that cannot be helped, I always look like that.
I walk towards you and you drive away, leaving my land and over my drop-kerb.
I know you are female, and trespassing. But, why, and more importantly, who are you?