Today I was picking up a fellow MR2Roc.org member, who had travelled down from ooop North to buy husband's car. So, I set off in plenty of time, parked up at Leicester station ( what with living 7 miles south of Leicester ) and waited, after texting detailed instructions of how to find me and the zed. ETA came and went, then came a phonecall. After a five minute discussion in which he insisted he was at the taxi rank at short term parking, and I wandered up and down looking for him, we eventually established there was no Top Shop in Leicester ( which he could see ) and that he was in actual fact in Peterborough ?????
Now he has been to my house before AND it says I live in Leicester on my FB profile ! And he's not even blonde.
Anyway, ended up driving up to Peterborough in a thunderstorm - it's alright I didn't get struck by lightening - and doing 80 miles more than I intended to today. I did get lost, but there was a gaggle of lovely workmen who went out of their way to point me in the right direction, after having a bit of a huddle to decide who was brave enough to talk to me
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Now he has been to my house before AND it says I live in Leicester on my FB profile ! And he's not even blonde.
Anyway, ended up driving up to Peterborough in a thunderstorm - it's alright I didn't get struck by lightening - and doing 80 miles more than I intended to today. I did get lost, but there was a gaggle of lovely workmen who went out of their way to point me in the right direction, after having a bit of a huddle to decide who was brave enough to talk to me
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