Week 11, Day 7 (where Karl gets a lift, and needs another one ..)

I think I'm starting to get my head above water; yesterday there was no 'blurgh' to speak of, and I think I even had a pulse for most of the day. I stopped mid-dinner last night and started laughing. Wayne is used to me doing odd things, so he didn't immediately react until I explained the joke - that was the first meal I was able to eat in ages without the familiar battle of "chew don't spew".

Bit of a shame if the nausea goes, I guess, as I glanced at the mirror yesterday and was astonished to see the beginnings of cheekbones reappearing on my face. Not my wishful imagination - Wayne confirmed my diagnosis and says he thinks I've actually lost quite a bit all over. I really must get an accurate set of scales and keep some track.

It's a good thing I felt better yesterday as I had quite a few errands to run all over. The last of these took me to the revamped Hornby Mall, where (as usual) it was maniac-city in the main carpark. Perfect opportunity (I thought) to use the new rooftop carpark, so up we sailed.. "we" being me and my dog.

Amazingly, there were only two other cars parked on the roof! Given all the cars jostling for parks downstairs, I wondered why. I decided to park near the lift, and there, gentle reader, I discovered the likely reason why the other drivers were circling like sharks below rather than take their pick of the ample parking aloft.

There is no lift connecting the roof to the mall. Not an escalator either, before you ask. Apart from the single up and down driving ramp, the only access that I could see (other than wriggling through an airconditioning vent) were the external metal stairs at the far end of the building.

Hmmm... ah heck, I'm only popping down for a few things, I think I can manage a few stairs with a bag or two of groceries. You wouldn't want to be doing the weekly shop, however! Having said that though, what was with all those supermarket trolleys banked up in their stands at various places on the roof? Are you supposed to wheel your trolley up and down that ramp, dodging cars as you go? I wonder what O.S.H. would say about that! (Or the oncoming drivers, for that matter)

So off I tootled (leaving the windows down for Tamsin), and returned half an hour later very achy because naturally I bought much more than I had planned. Good on me for effort, I thought.

Then as I was leaving I spotted a sign and platform that said "Rooftop Courtesy Shuttle".

Bugger... ;-)
(But wouldn't it have been better to have planned for a lift or escalator instead?) Someone wasn't thinking.. ;-)

Happy Birthday to Danny (aka The Wobble), who is 10 (going on 145) today. There'll be an extra biscuit in your bowl tonight, old man, but don't let it go to your geriatric hips.