I’m not the worlds best driver (I’m still not sure if I failed my first test because I got in the wrong side of the car and settled in the passenger seat, or if it was that emergency stop that wasn’t actually meant to happen). What I am REALLY bad at though, is directions. (I once attempted to get from Somerset to Kent and it was three hours before I discovered I was on the right road, but going the wrong way and had reached Cornwall). So it was very exciting to discover via Himself that there is such a thing as Google Maps. I know. I’m not good with technology either.
Having realised how easily I get lost, himself ‘pinned’ our house, put a phone holding thing in my car, and taught me how to set Google Maps to talk me home, wherever I may be. This has been a bit of a godsend since moving to Beachville.
But this week, Google Maps decided to have a bit of a joke with me. Only I was not amused. I had to go somewhere new, so I plugged in the post code, set off and withing a few miles, the man decided that ‘turning’ was no longer the done thing. No, he wanted me to ‘slide’. I was told to ‘slide left’ and ‘slide right’ all over the place. Most of the time these weren’t hard left or rights so they kind of made sense. Just as I started anticipating and relaxing into this new approach to directions though, it threw me a curve ball by informing me I should ‘go south west’. Seriously? I wasn’t on some sort of country hike involving a hill and a compass. And to be honest, even if I had been, I couldn’t have told you which way was south west, or any other direction for that matter. I panicked. The Google man went quiet. But unbelievably, I suddenly realised I knew where I was anyway, and didn’t need to be told to turn, slide, or get out the car and pop on some hiking boots!
Maybe I am going to find my way around Beachville one day after all. One day… :o)