... Cirencester. The planned vacuuming before I left Steph's was aborted, when instead we had a visit from Sarah (Steph's daughter in law) - a much better way to spend an hour. I'd been sending her texts and even tried phoning a couple of times but to no avail - then realised she'd changed her mobile phone number! So it was particularly good to catch up this morning. (Sarah and Richard visited me in NZ several years ago and we often chat on Skype etc. so I was getting somewhat concerned that I wasn't getting any response).
I decided I'd drive to the service station to get some petrol before putting Tom in the passenger seat. He's been sitting in my glove box - turned off - for the past week and of course Steph and I have been out about in the car most days during that time. Suddenly, his voice boomed out of the glove box, telling me to turn right at the next roundabout. He wasn't plugged in - if I'd left him turned on his battery would have run out days before - and I wasn't anywhere near a roundabout at the time.
Don't ask me for explanations - I'm just "telling it like it happened". It just seems that he had decided I wasn't going anywhere without him and, as always, we arrived in Cirencester about 1 hour 10 minutes later without a hitch.
It's nice to be with Philip and Rosemary again - the day has passed very quickly and already it's past midnight as I write this. Meanwhile I hope Tom isn't chatting up strangers as they pass him in the street. He's clearly NOT to be trusted.
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