My Reading Trip I wrote a long post yesterday on this topic and lost it. Let me try again. Whenever I go to Reading by car I get lost. Always have and probably always will and I can't explain why. Yesterday was no exception and this happened: after an hour of driving around I stopped the car and asked a lady for directions: she was wearing two hearing aids and tried very hard to help me asked a Scottish lady who didn't know where I should be but exclaimed that the layout of streets around there was a disgrace drove on again and asked a security guard: he knew where I wanted to go but I'm convinced he missed out a few turns and I ended up where ... a student type gave me a long list of twists and turns to send me towards a school that had the same name as the House I was going to ... I think he was the nearest ... but most vague a man who told me he'd lived round there for years and have never heard of my destination the porter in a nearby office block who knew where I wanted to go but whose directions I managed to mangle I then drove to and parked at the Oracle: I know it and I thought it gave me a good chance. Decided to call my destination only to find that my mobile phone battery was dead. No phone charger in my car. Set off to find a pay phone: got there to find I'd left the phone number in the car. Went to the O2 shop and bought an in car charger for the phone. Called my destination and the receptionist I was going to see told me that she walked to work and couldn't guide me in. She transferred me to the lady who had organised what I was going there for and she started by announcing that she was in a meeting RIGHT NOW but after asking if I could walk there from the Oracle, she said I could and gave me some landmarks. Now got to the Information desk in the Oracle where another Jock was eager to help. After saying that I was looking for Deloittes the accountatnts he asked what a dee loyt was as he'd never heard of one!! Honestly! Anyway, he set me off on the right track but I still couldn't fnd the building althougha t one time I was within 75 metres of it. I went into another office block and asked another porter for help and even though he was so near he didn't know for certain. He told me to go through a glass arch across the way ... he should have told me to go through the STONE arch a little further down the way! After TWO hours of being in Reading I found my destination and did what I went there to do. All I was doing was collecting some booklets and it took me less than ONE MINUTE to do that. That's life! DW

You can see from the dates on earlier posts just how long it is since I posted on this version of my blogger blog. My intervening blog disappeared about a week or so ago and I decided to come back to blogger since I know it behaves much better now than it used to. I went on a trip to Reading in Berkshire today and it was a nightmare. To cap it all, the long post I wrote about that trip has disappeared into the ether too. It was good as well. Anyway, I'm back with a blog and firing on all cylinders again. DW