I wanted to announce that I have enrolled 3 of my short stories in KDP Select, and they will be available FREE for 3 days from March 1, but I thought this would just bore the pants off everyone, so here’s a short piece on car parking.
We quite often park in a multi-storey car park in a nearby shopping centre. It has 6 levels, I think. I’m not sure, because we always end up on the roof. On busy days the roof is the only level where there are ever any free spaces, and on less busy days I can never find a space on any other level where my car would be comfortable. There’s more room in the parking spaces up there and, let’s face it, I need the exercise.
We spent a few days in Perth, Western Australia, in 2003. My son-in-law-to-be, as he was then, parked in a large commercial car park, and we went on a short shopping trip. When the time came to go home, could we find the car? Could we heck! We couldn’t even find the right car park. It seems there are 3 or 4 large commercial car parks in Perth all with the same name.
The exact same thing happened to us in Edinburgh, Scotland, and my father had a similar story about losing his car on a street in some German city, years and years ago. I expect car-park-dyslexia is in my genes.