Moving?  Think about the fact that you will get to a place and not know where anything is.  You find a way to get where you are going,  and that’s the way you go.  Then,  there is a road closure,  which there are all the time, and all the sudden,  you have NO idea how to get to where you are going.  You try to follow deferred traffic signs.  You realize though,  that you can’t read the small handwritten direction sign. 

The metaphor isn’t working.  It’s obvious that I’m talking about myself.  I’ll just start telling it in first person now.

I was about to turn around when I saw a gas station,  I stopped to ask for an alternate route to the place I was going.  I got the directions and headed back.  Of course his directions turned out to be rubbish and I’d missed the sign again.

Traffic was pretty slow because of the road being closed, I had plenty of time to read the sign.  Even though I followed the directions, I still couldn’t find the damned toy store.  For Duncan’s birthday my Mom had given exact instructions of letting him pick out his own present at the toy store,  with her money.  I couldn’t find the fucking toy store though. 

After all that,  I was so far off my known road that I just carried on, completely lost.  I drove around for ages finally finding a road that I recognized, but the only way I knew to get home from there was through town.  Town isn’t so bad, really, but I hate it.  There is a massive roundabout in the center that makes me nervous as hell.  I don’t understand the workings of a roundabout,  but the actual thing that scares me, is neither does ANYONE else.  Seriously,  it’s one of the first questions I ask people I meet,  are they sure of the proper roundabout laws.  No.  I hate the idea of cars careening in a three lane circle when I have no idea where I am going,  and they don’t follow the rules.

I manage through the carnival, literally,  marching bands and face painting.

What a hassle.  And I bitched at my husband,  because if he would have come then we would’ve been able to find it.  And I bitched to my Dad and he said, “Look at a map.”

Huh,  well.  Ok.  That’s a fairly good idea,  but I hadn’t got to the logic part,  I was still pissed off about getting lost and never getting to the damn toy store!

Duncan and I are off for a bike ride,  on his new birthday bike, to the chemist for some razors - only a minor consolation for the husband,  I may be bitchy, but at least I shave, and a map.  I need to know where things are in relative terms of the other places I know.  Guernsey is a small island,  I should not be able to get lost for over an hour, even if I try.