Just to end my “it’s where I met Mrs H” story. On that sunday, I said, “I’m off, you are welcome to come too, but I am going either way”. She decided to come too, so we tottered off to the car park (I’d parked in one friggin miles away) then when we got there, simply couldn’t find the car. And I had really given it the billy big bollocks about how I had a car, and I was going to rescue us.
Could not find the car. Wasn’t there. Surely this is exactly where I had parked it, but no, not there. Brutal.
In the end I said she should sit with all of our stuff and I would go round, find the frigger and come and get her. So off I went, up and down row after row of cars in places I knew I hadn’t parked it. Wasn’t there. After an absolute age, and with the rain starting again, I decided I had to head back, safe in the knowledge that it looked like I had made the whole thing up.
Anyway I get back to her and she is probably about 9 feet from the car. Of course she’d never seen my car before so not her fault, but somehow I hadn’t spotted it, despite us being stood next to it for ages. What a prick.
Anyway, and I know this makes me a tory, but when we got in my Audi, with four wheel drive and skipped out the car park past a load of sinking indie bells in their mothers Micras, I was pretty happy.