Wednesday, 29 April 2009
I mentioned earlier that my sense of direction goes to pot in cities. This is what I mean:
I came out of the station and walked the way I always do to the road where my friend lives, and confidently turned right along his road.
It took me about five minutes before I realised I should have turned left.
His flat is only a few yards from the junction if you go in the right direction, and I've been there many, many times before, but somehow none of this makes any difference...