Another fine mess I got me into Stanley!

I don't do "Father's Day" I think it's just a sad con promoted by card companies to cause a boost in sales at a quiet time of year. And now we've got grandfather's Day, Grandmother's Day Next Door's Dogday and on and on and on ........ You get the picture. So on Sunday I had arranged to shoot over to Harewood House near Harrogate to meet up with some friends who were exhibiting cars at the classic and vintage car show. I left home at 11.30 and after stopping to get my Father's day lunch, a bacon egg and sausage sandwich from Tesco garage off I started over the Pennines. It's about 75 miles from here to get there and I was through Leeds and on the Harrogate road after about an hour and a quarter. Three miles from the gates of Harewood - - - STOP. I then spent the next 2 hours crawling stop start stop start staring at the back of the car in front of me. The temprature of the car was slowly creeping up and up trying to catch the hot flush of mounting anger that was rising in me, it never caught up though. After all the time I queued to get to the gate I eventually managed to get inside the place, only to spend another 45 minutes sitting in the car not getting to a parking space. The 'car parking marshalls' were a couple of teenagers who obviously didn't know their ****s from a hole in the wall. Everybody was out of the car's ranting at the stupidity of the (non)system to park car's. They were trying to get incoming and outgoing cars down the same single track at the same time. Over in the distance I could see acres of empty space not being used and no way of getting to it. Frustrated, raging, angry and hot I eventually followed a couple of other cars just dumped mine in the middle of a gap between two rows, locked it up quickly and disappeared before anyone told me I couldn't do it. By the time I got to the stand where my friends were it was nearly 4 o clock. Yes that's right over 4 hours to travel 75 miles. As anyone else who's had Bladder Cancer knows, afterwards when you got to go, you GOT to go, so I had restricted my liquid intake and was as dry as a cartoon man crawling through a desert. Happy Father's Day. Oh sorry, forgot I don't do that. Enough of that now it's in the past. I have had my blood tests and patiently waiting for the results, I am still waiting for an appointment for the MRI scan, see previous entry for all that if you didn't read about these things. I'm hobbling about with a dead leg most of the time. I've been told to apply for a blue badge for the car, I don't want the "free" car, I love my motor, I don't want the cash or even the tax disc. I just want to be able to park where I can get to where I want to go. If I go to Asda or somewhere by the time I've parked a long way off the entrance I'm hobbling by the time I get a third of the way around the shop. No doubt in this Brownite utopia they would knock me back and say yes to someone who's doing two jobs on the side. I'm up early in the morning and it's about time I got myself sorted and moved off this seat so thanks for reading my saga and hopefully having a laugh at my expense.