At the end of the pier, turn left
Grandad April 7th, 2008
Herself never ceases to amaze me.
Our TAT and K8 are thinking of getting a Satellite Navigation System for their car. That is fair enough because they are now taxi drivers, and need to know their way around.
I mentioned to Herself that I wouldn’t need one, because I know the way to the village.
“But you’re getting forgetful,” she reminded me.
That’s fair enough. I can only recite pi to about ten decimal places these days, and I used to get far further. I’m losing 10,000 brain cells a day apparently. [But then, so are the rest of you. Hah!]
“Why don’t you get one?” she said.
“Because I don’t need one,” I replied. “They are just one more thing to go wrong or get stolen.”
“Ah, go on,” she said. “Treat yourself. We are going to France, after all.”
I suppose it would be handy, if ever they removed the road between here and the village, and I had to find a different route? And I do get lost regularly going into Dublin because the feckers keep building new roads and blocking the old roads I know and love.
Is she worried that I will get permanently and irretrievably lost?
Or has she bought a pair of Prada shoes and wants to assuage her conscience?
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