The shine is starting to wear off. Mostly because of trying to go shopping at Woden, but I did pull off my first parking in a parking station effort. No damage to humans, concrete or paintwork. However, I can tell you a handy hint, which goes like this: it is quite helpful to take the hand brake off before you try to drive out of the car park.
It is not sunny today either, and I have been shopping for the kid's birthday party on Sunday and it's frankly a bit difficult and stressful and why can't you just buy an ordinary bucket at the supermarket any more? I still need to buy the sausages, which means I have to go to the shops again on Saturday and it's much harder to get mini-swiss rolls than it used to be and I had to buy the chocolate kind (but that's what I get from not being a birthday-cake-from-scratch kind of mum, now isn't it?)
I did give the man at the service station a bit of a chuckle when I bought 4 very large sponges though, and a set of P plates.
Coming up today, in my new theme of Me Me Me, I have personal training in the park with my lovely colleague, and later I am going to pick up a friend of the husband's to baby sit the kid tonight while I go out to a Trivia night with 300 of my closest friends from the Best Department Evah. I have never been to a trivia night before, so I am quite excited. We bought tickets to a kindy fundraising one once, but then we didn't go because of some disaster or other. You know.
As well as remembering to collect the kid from school, of course. This driving malarkey is just too odd for words. Tomorow I am going to the library to do some research after I drop the kid off. Because if I don't get some done my head will start oozing random bits of story ideas and it will look like a very nasty discharge because it is all still gooey in my head. I need some thickener in the form of facts.
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Well done with the parking station! My only near-accident in my driving experience was quite recently, in a parking station, where I scraped against one of the mall's bright pastel orange concrete posts, and left pastel orange scrapes along the car side (but no dents).
Luckily the colour-blind hubby didn't notice for ages, and it's just increasing our desire to paint more of the car something wild and weird.
Hope the research let off/out ome of the ooze.
*some*
ahem.
Ome of the Ooze is obviously an upper-primary age fantasy novel.
Sequel to Stig of the Dump?
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