With no thanks whatsoever to Tommy TomTom our hapless Sat Nav who shat out directions randomly, zig-zagging us hither and thither o'er Merrie Olde England, we finally reach our destination.
"At last", said my wife. "Parker Close"
"I'll do my best", I replied.
Ah, we get through a few scrapes.
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