So. It looks like I have lost my parking space. Well, when I say lost, I should probably confess that it wasn't (strictly speaking) 'mine' in the first place. Someone more interested in 'detail' may well push me to admit that I have been parking in someone else's parking space for the last seven months. But they'd be an arse.
It wasn't as bad as it sounds. I had noticed the spaces for the people on the floor below me (a business) hardly ever used their spaces, and as they don't work at night, they were always free when I wanted it - ie when I was at home in the evenings and over night. I made sure I never parked there when I went away (frequently - at least once a month, usually more) and all was going well. Then the bloody Vic decided to fuck things up.
I was due to go to Spain two weeks or so ago for ten days. The day before, the Vic decided not to play ball in a car parl around the corner (Canadian Tyre, fortunately - a general plus auto parts store). I spent a few cold hours trying to fix an electrical gremlin in their car park and managed to limp the thing home on the morning of my flight and was forced, through lack of time, to leave it outside the back of my building in my usual slot. All hell, it seems, broke loose in the meantime. I get back to find a parking ticket on my car, a long pleading phone message from my landlady to move it as she is getting daily complaints and had someone from the company in question explain to me (very politely and nicely, but with no ambiguity) that it was their space. Dangit. I'd kind of been employing the technique of parking in various spaces for the first few weeks when I got the car, moving it whenever I got a note on the windscreen, until I have been parking in the current one for the rest of the time with no sign of anyone even noticing, never mind being annoyed.
But it seems to be over.
Now, the only problem is that the parking in Toronto is hideous, it seems. I've looked into it a bit and the permit system seems to be overloaded (but we'll see) and there is no guarantee of a space being available within about 3 streets of me. Leaving my car having to be parked overnight about 1/4 of a mile away. In the depths of winter and -30 degree snow storms. Nice. Again, this isn't so much of an issue while I have my current heap of shit, but I'm not all that keen on having the Jag parked so far away, I have to say. It seems a massive arse.
I think I may have to bite the bullet and potentially pay for a slot in the underground parking for the block of flats at the end of the road, if they have any. I'd rather not pay $100-150 a month for parking, but I'd also rather not have my car halfway across Toronto from me.
Pissed off about this, to be honest. If my worst fears are realised over this, the convenience (and hence, to some extent, the appeal) of this flat just took a serious nosedive.