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Pondering parking

April 1, 2012

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I used to be quite a good driver back in Brussels. I could park on a postage stamp (you had to – parking there is a blood sport), I could nip and tuck through the traffic with surgical precision, and I scarcely ever got a scratch on my car. But here in Blighty – thank goodness for car insurance is all I can say. My wing mirrors have more scars than Bear Grylls. My back bumper has been replaced. Twice. And, last New Year’s Day, my car was keyed. All the way round.

I don’t know whether it’s the general level of aggression in London, or whether it’s because I found it easier on the other side of the road, but at times I feel like a learner again. In our old street in Belgium, there was hardly a centimetre to park in, but I managed it, day after day. Here, we have residents’ parking (which is annoying in a whole different way) and there are often great sweeps of spaces available. I always try and straighten up the car and I don’t take up more than one space. But often, when I get out, I see that I have parked in a way which would disgrace most drunks. It’s often a good taxi-ride’s distance to the curb, and the car will frequently be at a jaunty angle to the street. What’s happened there?

I think it’s probably just a case of forgetting skills you no longer need, which in a way is quite a sensible use of brain power. I would be no good to anyone if my brain cells were spread too thinly. So I’m just spring cleaning my cranial capacity. I no longer need to precision-park – so I can’t.

That’s all well and good, as long as one is cramming new knowlege in to fill the gap where those parking skills used to nestle. And that’s the bit I’m not quite so sure about. Can I do anything now that I couldn’t do before? Erm …. I’ll have to think about that one!

 

 

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  • Addy April 1, 2012 at 3:06 pm

    LOL. I keep trying to convince myself that I am doing a bit of cranial spring-cleaning too, as I am forgetting more and more things – names of people I used to work with for years on end, or the name of an actress or a film. I tell myself, the brain only has a certain capacity, so many gigabytes so to speak, and so, as you take in new things, some of the old has to go. But then again, maybe it’s the onset of dreaded dementia.

    • Dulwich Divorcee April 4, 2012 at 2:02 pm

      I’m sure you’re fine, it’s just one of those things, when you start to think about it, you remember all the times you’ve put the teapot in the fridge or picked up the butter dish instead of your phone (or is that just me?!)

  • Suburbia April 3, 2012 at 9:41 pm

    I have nothing good to say about Tesco insurance!!

    • Dulwich Divorcee April 4, 2012 at 2:01 pm

      Oh dear, am I sensing quite a story there?! Sorry to have hit a raw nerve, will go over to your blog and see if I can read all about it!