Time to Be You...

..cor blimey and thrice! I was so inspired by the colours of Mother Nature that I got all unnecessary and made a tag using the colours in the Distress range that match what I can see out of the window in the Room of Stash (and no, not murky dirty streaks on the window... as if I would have those... ahem!)   Anyways... wafflings aside, tis my day for The Stamp Attic DT and all the deets on how I made my project for this week are HERE on The Stamp Attic blog.

I had a bit of a scare yesterday morning you know.  So, the parking here in Wellingborough is free... everywhere is free (thank you Mr Council Bod, makes a nice change!)  Anyways, it would be just plain wrong of me to moan about certain parking facilities wouldn't it?  So, I shalln't moan, oh no, not a moan... more of an.. erm.. observation.  Wellingborough is only a diddy little town and there's not much in the way of high street about it but it does have its very own shopping centre, The Swansgate.  And, attached to said shopping centre (ok, it is an under-cover mall like thing with about 30 shops max, but it is ours and we love it lol)  is a car park, one of those multi-storey affairs, you know the type, you go up a load of ramps in a spiral to get to each level.  Well, it has been noticed by moi (especially me, my parking ain't my finest talent) that the kerbs are rather high on these rampy bits... and being as Ferdy has a turning circle of a Sherman Tank (actually, scrap that, he has a turning circle of a dead Sherman Tank) I am continually bumping over the high kerbs and once even scuffed an alloy *yes, Grim had to be in the car for that event.... he did have the good grace not to laugh though*  Well, yesterday morning was a right old mucky day... roads wet, foggy... basically a typical Autumnal English day.  What I didn't figure when I tentatively drove up the first ramp in the multi-storey was the ASF (what ever the chuff that might be) light to come a-flashing on and for the front end of Ferdy to literally slide away from the direction I was steering.  Thank the Lordy above that I do pride myself on common sense and managed to get out of the slide.  Only for it to happen again at the very next ramp.  Thank the Lordy above and thrice... there was a space on Level 1, phew!  Turns out that the inside of the multi-storey floor has been painted with what I can only describe as greasepaint... add to that the water from the mucky wet cars and whatcha get?  Yep, skating rink.  I very nearly made a buffoon of myself (what again? so soon after the last time?) when I stepped out of Ferdy and my leg went a-sliding away... did you know that 42 year old women who are ever so slightly unfit (ok, VERY unfit) are more than capable of doing the splits? Well, of course, that could only be when hanging on, very unglamourously to a car door.  Upon that bombshell I shall love ya and leaves ya... I have a few sore muscles that didn't realise they were muscles until then that need soaking in a hot bath.  Thanks for looking... TTFN!

Hels x