"... you'll go left around the roundabout."
As told to me by a friend:
"We'd gone on holiday to France and were running late for the ferry back to Blighty. My husband was driving and really floored it. Then we reached a roundabout and he couldn't remember if he had to go left or right, so he went straight on. The incline launched our car into space and I thought we were going to die. Then we landed on some small trees which bent and ensured a soft landing. After a while the French police turned up, checked we were OK, organised a tow truck to get us off the trees, and wished us a safe onward journey. No ticket, no towing fee."
I've managed to avoid that mistake - so far.
Here's one for the weekend -->
[insert customary whinge about the lack of a wine icon]
Biting the hand that feeds IT
