maw reminded me of a similar incident. Very pleased with myself because I’d driven into a city where the traffic has always scared me, parked easily in a multi storey, remembered to make a note of the floor number and enjoyed a training day. Feeling confident off I went to collect the car. You guessed it, no car. Panic? Oh yes. I had no idea where the station was and Mr C was too far away to summon for rescue. Common sense kicked in and I took myself to the car park office where I was greeted with roars of laughter and asked which entrance I had used. Err, is there more than one ? Indeed there was. One car park. Two entrances with a wall across the middle. Why? No idea! How was I to know? Red faced I slunk away, retrieved the car and to this day can’t remember how I got out. Mr C was lucky he survived when I got home and gabbled out my story. Everyone knows that says he. Huh!