Well, today was a reet plonker with regards the old parking jobby.
On arrival this morning (8:45am) I firstly parked across from the cottage in the public car park. Maximum stay is 3 hours, so I parked my bus in a corner bay as my old bus is far too long for these bays and her rear end over hangs by around 4-5' normally. I set the alarm on my phone for 11:45am to go and buy another ticket. Come 11:45, I popped out to go and buy another ticket and this is when I realised the 3 hour stay was 'maximum for the whole day' - yes, I must have had one of those blinkin blondie moments again - again tut! So, I thought I'd drive to the only all day car park in the city - Waitrose. The blokey who I pist off yesterday told me about this carpark, but what he didn't darn well say is that the only all day car park in the city (yes, Waitrose) is a multi-storey car park and when I arrived there, I could see I wasn't going to fit under the darn 'MAX HEADROOM' of 2.2M. I had been well and truly 'tango'ed', so I drove back to the carpark oposite to where I'm working hoping the bay I left was still available - nurdy snurd me... Of course it wasn't available you darn plonker - it was now half filled with one of those tiny Fiat motors. Cor, my blood was boiling I can tell you!!
I now drove around for a while looking for somewhere to park and bingo, I found a space down a side road, but I couldn't see a parking restriction sign and there's always one of those buggers somewhere. Anyways, I spotted a woman walking on the otherside of the road so "OI" I shouts
She looked over at me... I say, "Do you know the parking restriction here?" "One hour!" she says.
So, I told her my story and she was laughing a little bit
She said, "What are going to do now?" I said, I'm gonna park on the double yellow outside the cottage!" "Ooh, you little devil you!" She said.
I drove on and 100 yards down the road, I saw a Traffic Warden walking on the pavement. I came to an abrupt halt and blasted my horn, waving the TW over. He came over and so I told him my story and asked him where the booking ell can I park in the city? His reply was this... "Sorry, there is nowhere."
I was getting mader and madder. He gave me a number to phone to get a (can't remember what he called it) special ticket for the day. I then drove back to the cottage and parked Bertha as close to the cottage as I could - difficult to describe but it's a bit dodgy. I then made the phone call - bleedin answer phone!
I left my name and number and thought bugger this, I shall leave Bertha here and get on with work.
Half hour later, the Council car park peeps phoned me. I explained everything and then learnt I couldn't buy one of these special tickets (£40 a shout!) afterall - because I'm on double-yellows. By now, I lost it and this poor chap got both barrels - eek!
Anyways, I didn't even check Bertha during the rest of the day and I left the cottage at 5:15 tonight, no ticket
Unless, do they not dish out tickets anymore - is it computerised etc etc?
I still have at least one more day of parking to go yet!!
Cor, it is totally redicularse. I'm just trying to do a job and there's nowhere to park - literally no where!
Well, I don't care anymore!!
So there!
In my previous life, I was a tree.