I just have to big myself up here.
I still have terrible trouble with left and right, but I can read a map like nobody's business.
And I have a pretty damned good sense of direction. Unless it's snowing - I shamed myself utterly in Glasgow, being internally sure we needed to go one way, whereas the other ladies were confident we had to go the other. And they were right.
Don't challenge me on the Tube though.
I was astonished that Mum (going to Cardiff via Victoria and the Leicester Square for Much Ado) checked every single decision I made. Hello?!
And yes, of course I was right.
But then we were on the Metropolitan/ Bakerloo/ Central/ Victoria tangle at the very heart of London. Add the Jubilee to that and it was pretty much my commuting home for a couple of years.
Take me with you next time, Wolf.
There's plenty of me to eat.
But I swear I will haunt you if you try to satay me.
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