Cornwalls Bermuda Triangle

Forgive my whiny Blog of yesterday. Sense of humour has been just about restored and  I am feeling a bit more like my usual self.   I took The Git to the Doc's today as he is suffering from that well known malady...skivitis! Poor little man is having a bit of a hard time of it at school at the moment and would prefer to stay home with his mum. Bless his heart, at least somebody loves me!

I drove him over to Ma and Pa's new pad to cheer him up. It is the first time I have driven there direct from Bodmin. I never ever get lost (just temporarily misplaced) I can read a compass and a map and what's more I CAN stop and ask for directions. They  live 13 miles from me and I was confident I knew exactly where the place was even though it in was deepest Cornwall. I had to stop the car at one point as I had a brake failure. First time it has ever happened to me and believe me I have driven some bangers in my time. One of my first cars was a little white Triumph Herald who I named Nancy Astor. The drivers seat wasn't actually attached to the floor and you had to hang on the the steering wheel for dear life every time you went up as steep hill for fear that you might end up in the back seat. Ah...those were the days!  A friend of mine pulls no punches when naming his cars. 'Effin', 'Shite' and 'That Honda Bastard' are a few examples of the imaginative names he has chosen!

As the brakes failed, I pulled into a car park, drove around it for a bit and satisfied the brakes were working again, nervously pulled out onto the road. I say nervously as there is usually nothing nervous about my driving. I am White Van Man in disguise and all three of my kids have learned very bad swear words in four different languages whilst sitting on my back seat. ( I am a terrible mother!) I must have missed the turning as I was concentrating on managing to stop the damn car if I needed to. 'Its all right Mum' said The Git 'You can always do a handbrake turn if you need to.' 'I would do' I replied ' if the fecking handbrake worked!'

So the evidence for there being a Bermuda Triangle in Cornwall does exist. Major systems failure, hazy sunshine, and no idea where the feck you are. I glanced at my mileage counter. The 13 miles had turned into thirty and it took me another half an hour to find the place. Failing that I was stuck in a wormhole and a victim of the space time continuum ??? I was completely and utterly lost, no sense of time, direction or mileage! Very strange indeed. I drove back okay - 13 miles, no problem at all. I think next time I visit the folks I had better take a full survival kit, manual and a weeks worth of water!

I am really looking forward to the weekend as I am attending a Donut Child reunion in London. Luckily one of the other Donut kids is meeting me off the coach so I shouldn't get too lost!

Take Care - Its a Jungle out there!

Namaste

Muse x