This week we were invited to a Covid aware 80th birthday - just four of us for tea in the garden. We had not visited them before so I punched their details into my GPS - postcode, full address and house number. Their village is less than 6 miles away and we left early just in case we caught a traffic problem. Carol had warned them that even with a Garmin voicing directions I can easily get lost.
With joy we entered their one long twisting road of new houses, with nooks and crannies at every turn. They had told us they were tucked away in a corner and we should look out for their white car and park beside it. To my alarm, no sooner had we driven into the road than Garmin announced we had arrived though clearly not at the right house - not in a corner, no white car. Carol said the house number was 30, so we drove round to find it. It had no white car but many cards along the window ledge. No one replied at the front door so Carol went round to the garden. Mercifully she met no fierce dog nor fierce anyone. Wrong house. Driving further along we saw a house tucked in a corner with a white car and Carol knocked on the door to discover a delightful couple who invited her in to phone our friends and find exactly where they were. It was then we realized we had not brought details of their phone as well as house number.
We tried our friendly Church Elder on the phone to get the details but he was out for a walk. So, with Carol telling me she would never drive out with me again, we began to drive painstakingly up and down this long road in the hopes our friends would see us. We were surprised how many white cars there were. Our friends had promised to look out for us....but for forty minutes we explored every nook and cranny without seeing anyone. Filled with doom we drove along the entire road yet again when we spotted our friend waving furiously in a corner. Apparently we had visited earlier and he had actually seen us from the front window, come downstairs to greet us only to see us career off again. The number of their house was nothing like 30.
How utterly stupid to visit someone without their address and phone number! I know! I really know! Happily I can report that we had a good time once blood pressures had subsided.