Avid readers, the supermarket near the new apartment is very popular and I have to park the car miles away from the shop. [The shop is only just over the other side of the marina from our apartment so I don't know why I take the car, other than my desire to hasten global warming; it's been freezing here recently.]
There are usually parking spaces for disabled drivers and mothers and toddlers right by the supermarket.
I spotted this sign yesterday and I have come up with a cunning plan.
Initially, I was going to wear a dress and a lot of make-up, buy a pram and take my old Teddy bear, also heavily disguised. This seemed a little silly and having seen this sign I had a much better idea.
This morning, just before I went off to do a bit of shopping, I deliberately provoked the terrible Goddess. I cannot say what I did exactly, but it involved some socks, the bedroom carpet and a pot of anchovy paste.
I had had the foresight to remove my shin pads and I forced myself not to run....
Unfortunately, the damage is somewhat extensive and the TG has issued a decree banning me from using the car until I stop bleeding, which might be some time
BUT
I am now definitely temporar(il)y disabled and will have no hesitation in parking right in Asda's front lobby.
OK, back to plan 'A' for today........where's Teddy?
Recommended read: "Living with a Goddess" - an explanation of the loony cycle and instructions on building a fireproof shed..
(Silly Peabrain. The force of the punishment is carefully calculated to take into account the shin pads - he so often thwarts my nurturing instincts. Lo, TG Ed).
