How to get lost in one's hometown

1. Have a very long list of things to do.
2. Send little man out to the shop with grandma.
3. Find your way to the van hire place to hand in the accident form.
4. Proceed to the old town and get slightly worried when the road you were going to take has been turned into a busway and the road you actually have to take used to be a busway last time you drove past it.
5. Safely negotiate sea of no-entry signs to get into car park.
6. Post the cloth nappies you've just sold on t'interweb.
7. Do a spot of shopping and withdraw lots of cash to pay the estate agent.
8. Leave for dad's allotment to check the chickens, taking the route that once again goes up a road that used to be a busway.
9. Take the wrong turn off the expressway, drive past some architecturally interesting estates, eventually turn around and go back to take the correct exit.
10. Check chickens, who are all sat on their perch complaining about their move, and try to tempt them out with some seeds and grain.
11. Leave allotment, take wrong entry onto expressway and drive for a couple of miles before you can turn around and go back.

Interesting fact time: Runcorn had the first ever busway in the world or 'Buses as Rapid Transit' system when the new town was built in the 1960s. For anyone who doesn't know what a busway is, it's not a bus lane but an entire road system set aside only for buses.

I'm still assuming I will soon be a permanent resident here, despite the fact that some mortgage cock-up has delayed completion on our sale.

And now, it's off to bed to await the middle-of-the-night awakening that is accompanying the slow arrival of canines.