Left or right?
The morning after the night before, you know how it is. Not that myself, Mr Duck or Leo were badly behaved at all. Oh no, I’m talking about Caz and that Hippy who were staying. The lazy so-and-so’s didn’t get up very early, and complained like mad when we suggested a trip out in the sunshine.
Eventually, the lure of hunting tupperware in the wild spurred them on to get out of the house. But when we got closer to the cache, we had a problem. Which way now?
I came to the rescue and read the proper direction from the GPS which that geek Caz is too dippy to use sometimes!
