‘This situation is Rorke’s Drift,’ said the builder boyfriend, after our proposed renovations were objected to at the parish council’s notorious planning meeting.
‘When you’re faced with 4,000 warriors armed with spears you may as well go down fighting,’ he declared, as we sat in the cottage ruminating on the news from our architect, who had just come back from the meeting.
The BB is apt to get even more dramatic than me when we have a fight on our hands, but I actually think he is not far wrong in his use of metaphor. Certainly, I’ve no hard evidence thus far to deploy in arguing against him comparing the parish council of our Surrey village to the Zulus.
According to the architect, the planning meeting tasked with judging our renovation plans descended into farce after an objection was raised to the height of our rear extension. When our architect pointed out that our neighbour, a parish councillor, has an extension twice as high, the meeting was hastily adjourned.
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