Talking about losing my way (last post) I could’ve slung that sat nav as far away as possible to day. I was dropping off a piece of work in Bristol to be delivered on to an exhibition in London (a few of us have been selected to represent the South West at the Arts and Business headquarters there) and felt confident that, now I had a sat nav, my navigating problems were over.
I was soooo wrong. Late and frazzled, the zombie (which my husband swopped the car icon with) landed me up in a deadend in a housing estate on completely the wrong side of Bristol. I know to many of you, this is a typical experience with a sat nav but it’s all new to me and I foolishly trusted mine.
Alls well that ends well though, work delivered I managed to get back in time for school pick up. It turns out the twins were annoyed I’d made it on time, ‘Especially’ as Erin said indignantly ‘when I told my teacher that Mummy might be a bit late as she’d gone to Brazil for the day!’ Brazil/ Bristol – an easy mistake to make.
