Technology is not made with Mrs Nunn in mind. Today when Jeremy the sat nav hadn't realised we'd already turned left (probably a GPS quirk), Mrs Nunn said, "Quickly - indicate left! Then he'll know we've turned."
"How could that possibly work, Mum?"
"Maybe he'll hear the indicator."
"For the nine hundredth time, Mum, it's not actually a real person."
"So why do you call him Jeremy?"
She had me there.
The apartment we're staying in is really plush, and as we're here off-season, pretty cheap too. I went travelling round the world at the start of the year, staying mostly in shared dorms in hostels. When I returned, my little one-bedroom flat looked so bright and spacious, I couldn't believe it was all mine. This time, with three bedrooms and two bathrooms between the two of us, and a living room which rivals my entire flat for floorspace, I have a feeling it might not seem so roomy when I go back to the charter'd streets.
Mrs Nunn wanted me to write my Plog on some of the wildlife we've seen here - there was a tree frog on our door when we got back this evening. Mrs Nunn said, "You could have a frog on your Plog. Laura's Frog Plog." Mrs Nunn is what kind people call eccentric.
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