I've just been down to the post office to post a card to someone who claims she's too ill to read this blog. It's the first time I've been out on the mean streets of Shotley Gate for two and a half weeks, and clearly whilst I was in Texas, the people of Suffolk have been driving around aimlessly just waiting for my return. I'd only walked 200 yards down the main road before I was stopped by the driver of a small van, which led to the following friendly chat:
"Can you tell me where Kings Lane is please?"
"Yes, Kings Lane, Shotley."
"Kings Lane, not Kingsland?"
[Cue close examination of a piece of paper]
"Oh yeah, it could be Kingsland."
I honestly wonder how people have managed without me. If I didn't walk down the main road at least a couple of times a week, no one would ever get anywhere.