Yesterday AJ and I had a Plan which would make sure we both got to indulge our hobbies and enjoy the Summer weather in the glorious Shropshire countryside. The Plan involved a quick visit to the orgasmic yarn shop and then a drive and a picnic at AJ's favourite fishing lake. I would crochet whilst he manfully plucked a trout out of the water for our dinner. A great Plan. Which went wrong when I said 'I'll drive', because, just after we left home he said 'you're meant to go left here' and I said 'does it matter? This way is good too?' which he took as more of a statement than a question. So we went to Shrewsbury instead of Much Wenlock and nearly went to Ludlow as well.
Finally we got to the orgasmic yarn shop where there were several women in various states of discombobulation. I bought stash and was happy.
He says 'I'll drive', and we set off for the fishing lake which we had (by mistake) passed earlier. We went through a couple of crossroads and at the next one I noticed him slowing down to look at the signs. 'Have we been this way?' he asks. I was convinced we had, although we hadn't, and my mind was on other things, like New Yarn. It became evident that neither of us knew where we were. So we went home, which took nearly an hour.
After that we both needed a little lie down and a cup of tea.