A couple of quick things from the last few days. When I drove to see Louise on Monday night before the birth, I parked outside of the car park. When I came back, one of the rear tyre was flat. What are the chances that I’d get two flats on two cars in two days? My spare is one of those little dicky wheels, and it was flat, so I had to walk to a servo to pump it up before changing it. First our two cars are locked up inside a car park, next thing two cars have flat tyres. Nice. He’s still an arse though.
On Tuesday I parked in the car park, because I was over it. On the way out, the car park guy asked if I’d had a baby today. Strange that over the five days he never asked, except the day when Molly was born. Weird. He also told me about the special visitor car park which is a token fee and really cheap, but I said I hadn’t had a chance to organise it yet. Louise had only just told me about it. When I left the car park today, he scolded me for yet again not using the cheaper car park. I’m starting to think he’s not an arse.