As Christmas shopping reaches towards its peak, I find my usual car park, Newarke Street, full. A line of cars around the block. Never one for a wait of any kind I manage to turn down a side road and make my way to the John Lewis car park. It’s easy to get parked here today, the price putting off many other drivers. I pull into a space on Level 4.
Walking towards the stairs an elderly woman stops me and asks which way she should go to get to Nottingham Royal Theatre. I explain to her gently that she’s not in Nottingham but Leicester. She seems embarrassed and asks if I’m quite sure this is indeed Leicester and not Nottingham. I assure her we are definitely in Leicester.
“If you’re quick” I say “and you leave the car park now, within half-an-hour of entering, you won’t get charged and you’ll be in Nottingham within forty minutes”
She smiles at me: “Never mind, I’m here now, I might as well go do some shopping in Leicester” and presses the button for the lift.
neither here nor there
Uncle Bob wonders out loud
breakfast or supper?