General Chat

Only you could turn a miserable evening into an hysterically funny story for the rest of us Allan ;-) :-D :-D :-D

Get your writer's cap on! :-D

Ah! The sequel!

Would that be where OH and I spent a miserable evening in a dormitory style house due to a misunderstanding over a meal arrangement?

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Are we having a sequel?

Did OH's choir raise the roof? literally?

Did any of them need a lift home? ;-) ;-) ;-) :-D :-D

Hope you are both well .even though you are not speaking :-D best wishes to you from a Beautiful Sunny .Dumfries & Galloway . :-)

Barbra, no I keep my threads well away from OH, although she does have access to my PC ;-) :-D :-D :-D

Allan does your lady wife ever read these Threads :-D my sat nav is oh .I just put car radio on & ignore him ;-) :-D (he doesn't drive ) But being a Man well enough said :-|

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Love it.

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With the GPS, no! :-|

and are you on speaking terms yet :-D

We travelled on for a few more kilometres in silence, even the midget female in the GPS system appeared to have fallen asleep.

Absolutely not! She was merely planning a new tactic; this time the instructions were to turn left onto an unsealed road, and then turn left.

Again, this went for countless kilometres.

Meanwhile, as we passed each turn-off point, the distance to destination was increasing dramatically, as was our time of arrival.

We reached a point where we still had, according to Miss GPS, over 278 kilometres to travel and our time of arrival was estimated at 1430.

OH’s rehearsals that afternoon were due to start at 1400

Real time was 1045.

At this stage, I thought that I had better hold out an Olive Branch to my OH so I suggested that if she was late, or even made it for the rehearsal, she should just tell the choir that she had married a Richard Cranium.

“They already know that,” responded my OH

My Olive Branch had turned to Gorse!

If I were the praying kind, which I’m not, at that point I would have started praying.

At that point, if I were the praying kind, which I’m not, I would have thought that my prayers had been answered.

I never saw the Four Horsemen of the Necropolis hitch up to the front of the car, nor the Fiery Chariots form up on our flanks; nor was there a Tardis moment where we sped through the Universe, but as I looked at the GPS, suddenly, and with no deviation from the straight road we had travelled for so long, the distance to destination dropped to 170 kilometres and our time of arrival decreased to 1300 hrs.

And then, flashing on the GPS screen, despite the best efforts of the demented nymph inside, up flashed the picture 70 kilometres to the Albany Highway, the main road between Perth and Albany

But more beautiful than that, behold, the roadside signs reappeared.
These bore the message that, verily, we had been on the correct road at all times.

So, at about 1145, we cruised into Mt Barker, some fifty kilometres north of Albany where we purchased a couple of pies from the Bakery. After a long wait to be served we decided to eat the pies in Albany.

That is why we were sat outside the, locked, Catholic Church, in Albany, at 1245, enjoying a relaxed repast of meat pies.

We even had time to book into our Motel before OH was due at Rehearsals

Thank you, GPS, for making our day such an adventurous one.

And next time I will have a paper map :-P :-P

Ann, it does have an 'avoid motorways' option, but it's a very old sat-nav, and we believe it's suffering some sort of age-related problem, as it overrides itself and is determined to send my sister on to motorways :-S

We argue with it constantly....

Occasionally, it concedes it's two against one and goes into a prolonged sulky silence, during which time, we wonder where the hell we are.

It was useless when we went to Somerset during the floods.

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never a dull moment at your place Allan :-0

Not SatNav or GPS......... a few months ago we had to go north, following printed instructions sent to us by someone at the place we needed to get to.

Everything was fine until we found the building...... it was on the other side of the road, and there was a full median strip....... we had to drive another 10 minutes up the road until we found a suitable/legal place to du a U-turn!

We always say........ we never get lost, we just see new places :-D

One is never lost, Bob, but geographically challenged ;-)

On the way home from a holiday in the West country, before the days of the satnav, and after missing the turn-off....
Grandson. "You're lost Grandad". Me, "No I'm not, I just don't know where we are"

OH suggested we get SatNav (could have had it in the car but declined) for our holiday later in the year - driving down to the Italian Lakes. We are both averse to the technology :-) He came in from shopping trip and said 'I bought the SatNav' - before I could complain he threw me a European road atlas. We'll use phone maps if we need backup.

Maggie does the satnav not have an avoiding motorways option?

My sister uses one all the time. When we travel together (usually the longer journeys sister makes), we have 'the Old Bag' (sat-nav) on, and I have a tablet, with a map of the journey!
My sister will not drive on motorways, so the tablet is 'back up' to avoid them.


....and yes, we both answer the Old Bag back when she tells us to 'make a U turn' :-D

Ours is called Matilda but she hasn't been out of her box for a while.

Allan, love the story can't wait for part two