RECALCULATING ....

For our new front yard I needed some more plants for my exactly 11 pots. There is one nice garden center at the other end from Brussels, but with the highway it usually takes me not even 30 min to get there.

This time I had less luck. I didn't take my usual way but asked Madame GPS for a shorter one. She guided me on the same way but then suddenly told me to leave the highway. Which I did of course. Then suddenly I didn't hear her anymore and there was no km indicated when I had to turn left or right. I stopped to see what was the matter and why she was suddenly voiceless. I didn't see anything wrong and continued my way, at least I thought that I was in the right direction. Suddenly Madame GPS 's screen indicated that there was no battery anymore and she died !

Unladylike a pronounced a few words and plugged her in correctly, which apparently I hadn't done before. Suddenly she came back to life again, found her voice and then the nightmare started : "Recalculating" ... I changed direction and came back the same way. "Turn right" she said, there were works going on, I had to take another street "Recalculating" she repeated, I waited until she was finished with her calculations and went on. Works again. "Recalculating" ... and so joyfully I turned around and around until finally after 1 1/2 h (ONE AND A HALF) hour I finally stopped in front of the shop. In 10 min I had selected my plants and rushed back to the car. I wanted to call Mr. G. just to tell him that I would be later but of course I had left my mobile phone in the plug to be recharged ! Apparently I was in war with modern lifestyle this day !

Normally she also should know where works are going on but I hadn't read the instructions correctly, it is my new Madame GPS which I got for my birthday.

For the way back I thought I take my usual way, at least there would be no surprises. Wrong ! The road was closed ... works ! recalculating ... works, recalculating ... etc. until finally after again 1 1/2 h again she said : Arriving at home on right !

I was exhausted. Next time I buy my flowers in Paris or London that goes quicker !

A MISUNDERSTANDING

Sometimes conversations are misunderstood and this happened Thursday in my painting class.

I asked my classmate Ginny, what happened to Max exactly ?

I don't know, she answered, he came home and blinked with one eye at me all the time

I imagined the picture and laughed

Yes she said, but the next day his eye was completely closed so I had to bring him to the doctor. He gave him a shot and now he has to take pills 3 times a day, it's so difficult ! I try to put them in his food, but he smells it, and spits them out ! Imagine ! and the drops I have to put in his eye ! that's a real drama !

I know I know, I said, I have the same with Arthur when it comes to pills. He lost some weight and I thought he was sick, but he still washes himself and he plays with the girls ! I think I have to give him a vermifuge, or it's the spring hormons although he is spayed.

At this moment another classmate who had listened to our conversation said horrified : Spayed ??? Spring hormons and you give vermifuge to your husband ?? and what is with yours she said to Ginny, you put pills in your husband's food and he spits them out ??

We looked at each other and bursted in laughter, we had talked about our cats and the poor girl had thought we would talk about our husbands ! Ginny said, fortunately I haven't mentioned that he (the cat) also had been bitten in his tail !