After my post about the coffee yesterday I thought I'd share this story with you as well.
OH and I had to go to Bristol this morning. We had an appointment in the old part of the city and decided to park in the multi-storey behind the Hippodrome (for those of you who know the city). We left the car for about 2 hours and on returning to the car park had to climb the stairs to level 5. I don't normally have any difficulty walking upstairs but with each successive flight my legs were aching more and more. By the time I reached level 5 my back was really aching as well. However, I got there, OH went to pay and I made my way to where we had left the car. I walked around the level and met up with OH coming the other way. We couldn't find our car! We looked at one another and OH said he would check the next level up. I let him do that by himself but we both realised it couldn't be there because that was the top level so made our way down again. I then said that I thought it could be on level 3 and there it was. What a relief!
What had happened? As we got out of the car I had thought I had seen the number 3 but as we made our way to the staircase we both saw the number 5 - so we both thought we must be on level 5. In fact we were on level 3. Number 5 turned out to be the speed limit in the car park!
I do sometimes wonder if we are safe to be let out on our own! It did make us laugh though - eventually!
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