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Date: 05 May 2010 11:39:05
I took the wrong turning last night. It was a bit of a disaster. We were on our way home from the pet shop, in a bit of a hurry as I had a herculean quantity of housework to get done before my sister descends this afternoon (hmm... at least I managed to get it to the "afraid you'll simply have to take us as you find us as I haven't had time to clean and tidy it" point by a bit of frantic cleaning before my 7am shift this morning! I may fall asleep while my sister's here, but at least there'll be a freshly made bed to fall asleep on!) I turned left instead of right. Shouldn't have been a problem.... except that it took me onto a dual carriageway heading in totally the wrong direction. Should have been simple. Two right turns a a left turn and surely I'd end up somewhere on the way to where I wanted to go, somewhere I recognised.... Well, that was the theory. As it turned out, we turned into a black hole of place names that I'd barely heard of and somehow went from East of home to West of home without actually bypassing any of the places in the vicinity of home. It was seriously weird.... and would have been quite fun had the traffic not been horrendous, my petrol tank running low, my belly empty, and the hovering knowledge that I had a hard night's work ahead of me. But all was not lost. It was worth every second of the stress and frustration. Because not only have I gained a bit of geographical knowledge about the whereabouts of some places I'd barely heard off (even if I still can't quite work out HOW), but we also discovered a place which has now been recorded on the SatNav for visiting again. Suffice to say that the Smudgelet has identified the location on the "favourites" menu of the SatNav as.... "The best fish and chip shop ever".... and at Isle of Wight prices rather than London prices. As the Smudgelet said: "I really don't want to say it but.... they're even better than Terry's" (Terry's being our beloved and much-missed chippie on the Isle of Wight) Who cares about the housework? Who cares about the petrol? Who cares if it is a ridiculous drive from our house to get the chips. Our bellies are full of hot stodgy delicious chips and we are content.