I am truely a fortunate woman, and so are all the drivers near and around Inverness today because I had the best gift anyone could have given another human being. I had Ian helping me navigate driving on the wrong side of the road. If it wasn't for his generosity, most of northern Scotland would be dead by now and I will tell you why in one simple word: ROUNDABOUTS. Don't they sound so fun, so carefree, like a merry-go-round? Roundabouts...round and round we go. No. That is not the way they go. First there's anticipation. Here it comes. I think I may have it...I see the signs. Then there's confusion. Wait! Where is the traffic coming from? I am supposed to merge with them? In two lanes? With all these triangley bits jutting into the road disorienting me? And change lanes? Twice. And then get off...no! Get off more... to the right...around that car. Now go! Then there's a bit of screaming. Not the loud horror movie screaming, the little near miss screaming. Just a bit and then you're done. Oh wait. There's another one right up ahead.
My hero Ian helped me navigate, oh maybe seven or eight of those things IN A ROW! IN TRAFFIC! And he did a great job! I would not have made it if it weren't for him.
I am now safely in my cabin, with the car turned off. I made some dinner and even figured out how to work the stove. I am so tired...
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