This morning I drove into work as per usual for a study day on Manual Handling (where you are taught theory and practice to help you move/not move patients safely). I arrived at 0830am; hoping I would not have trouble finding a parking space. I drove past three car parks, all with there 'FULL' lights on. I finally spotted that Car park K1 did not have its Full light on. I drove up behind a woman who was messing about in her hand bag trying to find her ID card I expect. Finally she swiped her card and drove in under the barrier. I followed shortly after; unfortunately the woman in front me had stopped and was getting out her car, not giving me enough room to get completely under the barrier. I opened my window and asked her to move her car up; which she did. She then stopped dead in what I assume was an attempt to block my way into the car park. She got out of her car and started walking round the car park! It looked like she was looking for a space on foot! I managed to squeeze my car past hers and carried on. I very quickly found a space on the corner and parked. With in seconds she was there tap, tap, tapping on the window.
I got out and this is what we said:-
Woman: excuse me, this is my space, it is the first person in that gets the first space.
Me: So why did you get out your car?
Woman: Here people get out of there car and find a space on foot.
Me: What? No they don't , whats the point in that?
Woman: This is my space
Me: Look, I don't have time for this, I'm late. If there was only one more space, the barrier would not have let me in. Look there is one over there. (pointing to another space)
With that she stalked off back to her car and parked. Why in the world would you leave your car to go find a space??? Was she trying to block other people from getting in there before her, by blocking other's? Any weird and wonderful suggestions?
So who is Frank? Frank is female; stunningly beautiful with dark shiney eyes, brown feather's and a red breast. Frank is, yep you guessed it, a Robin. Not just any Robin but our friendly garden friend who visits our bird table twice a day to feed on her favourite seed. Frank is a very curious bird and particularly nosey when you are gardening.
And no, before anyone says it, its not a different Robin everytime, it is definately Frank because we can tell, from that districtive mark on her left wing. (posted 8:47 AM) |
Sunday, March 20, 2005
This morning's weather was a tad disappointing, fairly grey and overcast. What about the beautiful sunshine we had in Cambridge on Thursday and Friday? Why is it that the best weather is always when you are at work? It may have been dull, but at least it wasn't raining, now that really would have ruined my plans.
Along with one boyfriend, a edging iron, shovel, rake, hoe, broom and a lawn mower, I spent the best part of four hours out there sorting out the garden. I mowed the lawn, raked it, cut the edging of the lawn, weeded, dug up the dirt, hoe'd it, and sweapt. Round the corner in the garden there is a corner patch with two trees and what looks like a compost bin. Next to that I discovered an old pot filled with stinky water and an old black bin filled with an old bag of rubbish and stinky water - clearly from the last residents. (Charming). I am working up the courage to deal with that.
The garden is looking better however I still have the left side to do, once a dirt boarder, now an over grown mess of weeds, rose bushes, ivy and grass. That will be a job and a half.
I moved to Cambridge last Saturday. It was a very busy day really. I thought I had moved almost everything through weekly visits to Cambridge. How wrong I was. My car was Jam packed with the rest of my stuff, I coudn't see out of my rear view mirror and only had my side mirrors to guide me. I got to Cambridge round about 14.00 and set about unpacking my stuff; while Phill set up my computer and the wireless net work.
That evening......... To celebrate my arrival, Phill and I went out, we took a taxi, so I could drink and we decided to go to Old Orleans (our regular resturant when we were at Uni in Coventry). Old Orleans in Cambridge is nowhere near as nice. We booked a table for 9pm and arrived a little early at 20.40 and were told by the member of staff behind to sitting desk "If you would like to come back in twenty minutes the table should be ready then". The way he said it was completely off, no apology, not in the slightest bit polite. We went for a walk round outside a few bar's etc and returned at 9pm. We asked if our table was ready and the waitress said she would go and check, in the meantime a couple round about our age came over and the bloke told us "I think that's our table, next" , we just said we will find out in a minute, because we have booked. As it happened in the meantime a Waiter came and got that couple, we were seated next to them unfortunately. However on the bright side they were completely forgotten about, we ordered, got drinks, starters and maincourse before they even ordered HA.
In all honesty, the old orleans in Cambridge was shabby, smokey, cold, and dull, not the normal atmosphere I am used to in an Old Orleans resturant. On the bright side their cocktails were nice.