Remember my disastrous date where me talking like a pirate (it WAS September 19th in my defence!), and losing my car in the car park seemed to totally turn-off the lovely Wendy?

I have a bit of a confession to make…

Now, bearing in mind I currently drive a Ford Galaxy, 7 seater people carrier (no, I don’t know why either – but it’s handy for moving furniture and furtive fumbles in the back 😉 ) – which is a large green thing, and VERY visible, losing temporarily misplacing it is a bit embarrassing.

Well, it happened again…

I do have an excuse though!

I parked in Stansted Long Stay car park while in Rome, and was delivered back to (what I thought was) the correct car park* some time after 1.30am (at this point I’d been awake for 22.5 hours), and the car wasn’t there – arse.

Now before I went ballistic and phoned the car park peeps to sort it out, I thought I’d wander down to the next bus stop, and guess what? uh huh – there was the car – right where I’d left it.

I’ve said it  before, but it’s really not easy being snee sometimes…

* I was in the Yellow car park, zone A/B 1 – I’d failed to notice the ‘1’ though, and was dropped off at ‘2’ – a walk of almost 200 yards!