I'll admit it. I am rubbish at map reading. Truly rubbish. Super, mega, gigantically rubbish. I'll also admit that I am prone to getting us a tiny bit lost now and then, because sometimes the map doesn't make a huge amount of sense, and I get distracted by the children shouting for something or other, or sometimes just start to daydream about how lovely it would be to live in that sweet tumbledown cottage over there, maybe on my own with lovely peace and quiet all day long (of course this is only an idle daydream, brought on by the utter boredom of being confined to car for hours and hours and hours which is about as far away from being amusing as Dullsville could possibly get. Frankly, anyone who views this driving for hours lark as a form of entertainment should be incarcerated for their own safety without further ado). Anyway, I digress. So mea culpa and all that, but why should a small detour from the dull old autoroute onto a quite charming country lane result in such...
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