The Parking Fairy

My solid relationship with the Parking Fairy continues.

The Parking Fairy is a good friend of mine. They (and I use the inclusive, gender neutral pronoun) , can be a bit fickle, but today, they did me well.

See, with the explosion of the coronavirus, I'm no longer willing to get on a tram to collect my mail in the city once a week, even with gloves and hand sanitiser, even though the trams are nearly empty, I'm not taking public transport this until things have settled right down again. Hell, I was going to go into the office to work one day next week due to them turning off the power for a few hours here - that's not happening now.

Anyway, if I want to collect my post from the city, I have to take the car in.

Regular readers will be aware that a few weeks ago I copped a $165 fine for parking in a loading zone. I can't have this happen again. But as I'm a bit tight and hate paying for parking, I was hoping for a on onstreet park which didn't break the rules. Mind you I was also willing to pay to use the paid car park near the post office. It's a bit steep - $8 for under 30 minutes, but it's better than chancing it in a loading zone and copping a stupid fine.

Anyway, today I called upon the Parking Fairy.

They work like this. About five minutes away from your destination, you make a call out to the Parking Fairy. So today, audibly, in a clear voice, I asked the parking fairy if they could please help me out finding a park outside the Post Office. You focus on this. You make your intention clear. You need the Parking Fairy's help to get you a car park. You must use your manners and let the Parking Fairy know that you value the relationship.

Well, the Parking Fairy was listening today. As I turned into Bourke Street, somebody was pulling out of a ten minute parking bay. Their job was done.

On parking the car, gratitude was given to the Parking Fairy - for this how you pay this entity. If you don't say thank you, you won't get a park again, they won't come to your aid - so you have been warned.

I went about the business of collecting the post, went straight back to the car (as the Parking Fairy doesn't like when you don't play by the rules). On getting behind the wheel, I once again gave thanks to the Parking Fairy for the excellent help they provided.

Okay, you might think I'm mad, (I am) but there is a bit of method to my madness. It's basically Manifesting 101, any witch worth a grain of salt can teach you this. Set the intention, give gratitutude, reap the reward - easy. And the Parking Fairy is pretty reliable. They've got about a 70% strike rate. They're really handy when it comes to finding parks at shopping centres or when you go to places which can be notorious for finding onstreet parking. Never call on them when you're angry, upset or feeling a bit off. Sure enough, they only come to the pure of heart.

I also like how my belief in the Parking Fairy get's ridiculed, then respected. I've even put my mother onto this one. I've been in the car when she's summoned this magical being. Maybe my mum is as nutty as I am.

But it was a good end to a not too bad week. Okay, lockdown and the restrictions we are under aren't great, but I had a surprisingly good week at work. Got a lot done and found a solution to problem, which has put me in a few good books. Learned a lot too.

Finished off tonight with a zoom foam roller class - just a  lot of stretching and fascia work - also good.

So there you go. Reliable tips on how to get a car park anywhere in the world.

I'm off now - waiting for a thrilling weekend with the computer and the cat.


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