Story of much woe

Last weekend I went to a big city (Utrecht) for a girly weekend with my best friend Nathalie. Took the car, put it in a parking garage right in the middle of town. We had a great day , shopping - eating - drinking - Shrek 3 - loads of catching up.

We spent the night in a hotel and this morning we checked out of the hotel and went to the carpark to put our bags in the car before finding a place to have breakfast.
Turns out the carpark is only open on 'Buying sundays' which in Utrecht is the first sunday of every month. All other sundays almost all shops are closed and apparently also the parking garage!! No way at all to get to the car, let alone get it out. The enquiry number: no-one picking up.

So there was nothing else for it and I took the train home. I had a backpack and two big plastic bags, but no coat or umbrella. Arrive at our station in the pouring rain, walk a fair way to the bus. Waited for the bus for over half an hour (sunday innit) and then had to walk in the pouring rain from the bus to our home (about 10 min).

About half way hunpty dumpty had a great fall, went down like a ton of bricks.
So I lie there, fully stretched out, ankle twisted and hurting like hell, my backpack still on my back, my other two bags further on the pavement, in my t-shirt, in the pouring rain...
So I pick myself up and limp the rest of the way home and Steve opens the door with a big grin and says "heeey you're home! Did you have a great weekend?"

Luckily I had the monday off (oh irony - I was supposed to take the car to the garage) so me and my sore foot hobbled back on bus and train to utrecht to bail the car out. Of course they billed me for the extra time it spent there and I ended up paying 55 euros for the privilege...