It’s one of the prices you have to pay for marrying a Murty – there are many!
Being dragged out to look for the car which we’ve forgotten where we parked it.
Which happened to my Dear Old Dad on honeymoon in Paris.
Which is probably why he didn’t kick up too much of a fuss when I asked him to drive me around the east end of Glasgow.
Late at night to look for the car I had parked after a Celtic match.
To cut a long story short, the Scary One had to come back the next day by train from Edinburgh, to find the car which was on a wasteland.
But thankfully still in one piece. Miracle!
It wasn’t a one-off. I had a works car towed outside Dundee United’s ground, Tannadice.
And every time at the shopping mall I would forget where I’d parked the car.
Usually when I had The Son and Heir and Daddy’s Little Girl with me.
Thank goodness then that I now take a photograph of the parking space though I often get let down because my phone runs out of charge.
One of the reasons then why I have never driven outside Britain or Ireland.
Unless, of course, you mention my attempts at driving a Fiat 500 on the French Riviera.
It was the stand-out on a terrific itinerary when I stayed at Mimosas Resort http://www.mmv.fr/provence-cote-dazur on the Cote D’Azur.
Alas, the gear stick was on the dashboard and after I’d stalled it in the car park for the third time the owner of the firm decided to take the wheel.
Some small talk later and stone-skimming on the shore to get rid of my huff and I was on a boat whizzing around the Millionaires’ shore.
Someone else was driving.
Which means they have to remember where they park the car, although an extra problem is that I have to remember if I go off-piste.
Boats on the Red Sea
I did get a shot at driving the boat on the Red Sea on my G Adventures trip http://www.gadventures.com to Jordan… https://jimmurtytraveltraveltravel.com/petra-jordan-jesus-and-the-sands-of-time/
The pilot did take the wheel back when I got too close to Israel.
It wouldn’t have done to be towed away there!