Wrong Bus

Albert is not talking to me, we got on the wrong bus yesterday and ended up in Harrogate – I shall not tell you where we should have been.  Albert missed his lunch and it was approaching 4 p.m. when we got back home; Veronica and I would have had late lunch and a drink in Wetherspoons and we are not afraid of being out in the dark; she sings to me when it is very dark and she is afraid. 

We (Veronica and I of course) once got lost in Scarborough and we were walking along the sea front at midnight and she was singing very loud when a young policeman approached us – he took us back to our hotel, bless him!