We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember "AlanC"
saying something like:

I should stop speed reading! I read this as you were assembling a desk
for a blind lady, found a bit missing so she got in her car and drove
back to B&Q!

I saw her this afternoon - backing out of her drive in the pouring rain,
the poor dear couldn't see the wheelie bins. Rather than stop and move
them, or simply take another cut at the exit (there was plenty of room
on the other side), she insisted on running the car up and down the same
spot, neither gaining nor losing an inch, while every time she did this,
the bins were gaily scratching her paintwork.

I despaired, I really did.
--

Dave