Some moments in life just leave me speechless.
Monday. Monday Star & I had a photo shoot in at St Stephens instead of our regular choir rehearsal. I left it up to Star to figure out our parking arrangements. Star swore that if we parked in the street we would get towed away so I reluctantly let her park our car in the closest parking lot ~ which said, in very small print, that it was open till 10pm. At 9.o2pm we arrived to pick up our car. The steel roller door was down & the place was locked up tight!
The pair of us stared at the door gob~smacked! My brain started firing on all cylinders something along these lines: Even if we can get a train or bus immediately we will never make the last boat; I have no money for accomodation in the middle of town; We can't sleep in the car because the car is locked behind a steel roller door; Dino & I need to leave the jetty by 7.30am.
While I was still trying to dig myself out of denial enough to figure out what to do a long string of trucks & utes began piling up in an irate line & all these burly blokes in stubbies & singlets & bright green fluro shirts climbed out, whipped out mobiles & very shortly informed us that the place would be open shortly.
When the door started rolling up Star & I bolted for our car. If the worst came to the worst at least we would have somewhere to sleep!
And people wonder why I hate Bribane so much! Huh!
Meanwhile both cats have taken to sleeping on top of me at night. I am pinned to the bed by Kirby sprawled across my chest & Marlow sprawled across my legs. Every time I move double~barrelled deep rumbling purrs erupt around me. Yep, the cats are something else around here.