Call me a bump grump, I don’t care. I’m off on a little rant, a get it off your chest. Joe’s sick of my whinging about it so now it’s your turn to listen haha.
I had a routine blood test in The Coombe to monitor my thyroid this morning. I had my pre-written form so I could basically fly down anytime. Handy.
‘You’ll be in and out’ Joe say’s. Pah!
Nothing boils my blood more than the Coombe car park.
Three and a half pregnancies later and I’m still sitting on the barn with half of Dublin indicating left begging for dear life that a car doesn’t bang us out of it. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve actually closed my eyes and prayed.
Like most people I’ve left the queue of 30+ cars and looked for a pay and display down the housing estates and across the road. Sometimes I’m lucky but then this one day I was eight minutes late getting back to the car to find a big ugly clamp. I was 36 weeks pregnant. Your man didn’t care and I was €80 down. I kicked his tyre and my poor toe has never been the same since.
Today, and this is no joke I was on the barn for 47 minutes. Like seriously? Eventually, I made it to the machine all excited, I literally wiped away the sweat from singing head shoulders knees and toes for the millionth time and was left sitting there waiting again for people to leave only to finally get in and see FIVE FREE SPACES. Arggh!! I literally had a choice of where I actually wanted to park!
One of these days there is going to be an awful accident on that road, that’s if it hasn’t happened already. I’m pretty sure I’ve spent more time on the barn and Cork Street than in the actual hospital. Sort out the car park. It’s an absolute disgrace!
Edited: Amen! Readers have recommended FREE parking at the Lidl down the road (Cork Street), don’t blame me if you get clamped though…