so see that building down the road a bit…
no, no, not that one, the one a bit further on…
yeah, that one, that’s it…
well, turns out that’s not actually where we wanted to go
which would be because the building where we wanted to go is in totally the opposite direction
(insert appropriate told you so music here, though I must say moral victories are inglorious things when celebrated in thirty five degree heat)
(captured on the mister’s blackberry – it all looks waaaay weirder in real life let me tell you)
That isn’t a building …
I winced when I read this.
The worst fights I’ve ever had with any loved ones have all been because I was always right about directions when travelling and they were always wrong and so OBVIOUSLY we will travel in the direction I say … right up until it turned out I was wrong … and they were right … every time … at least a dozen times a trip …
I hate navigating, I never want to do it. It always ends badly.
Dry, isn’t it.
I thought it was a picture of your mother on holidays in the sixties or something…