A quick dash out to the grocery to pick up some sour cream, and of course I end up wandering the aisles staring at everything. (Chicken and thyme flavored crisps — really?) I found three states and a city:
I’m just missing some “Washington DC Cheesy Balls” to make the names of home complete. However am I going to adjust if USA keeps turning itself into delicious foodstuffs and throwing itself at me?
And then I saw this in the novelties aisle:
I also learned this week that my sat nav is probably trying to kill me. She has ignored perfectly accessible A-roads and guided me through Slad twice so far, which is twice more than I ever ever ever ever need to drive through Slad in my life. Yes, yes, famous author/poet Laurie Lee, yes, yes, blah blah history, yadda yadda picturesque, so what if there is a great country pub, what I am trying to tell you is that the road through Slad is very very steep, and very very twisty, and very very narrow, and people park IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD and if have to drive in to Stroud through Slad one more time I WILL VEER OFF A CLIFF AND DIE.
So that’s where I am on this Friday at the end of the week. Confused about My Little Kelpies, suspicious of my sat nav, and soothing myself with bagels. I think I’ll go have another.