It’s always the same. We’re off to Dartmoor today.
“What time do you want to leave?” she asks.
“Seven?” I reply.
“Oh, not that early. Surely? I don’t need to be there till three.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“It won’t take that long. Look AA route finder says four hours.”
“That’s four hours fifty-six minutes. I can read it from here.”
“I know.”
“That’s based on the speed limits of the roads it expects you to travel on and the distance. It doesn’t allow for London congestion, stopping for a wee or needing some lunch. Seven.”
“Ten.”
“Seven.”
And so on.
Thursday 15 May 2008
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