I’m toying with the idea of a little series of posts involving definitions of words, but not those definitions as supplied in the Oxford English Dictionary, but more in relation with my own life. So, entry #1:
A feeling experienced when one’s husband drives the wrong way twice in ten minutes, both times whilst less than five miles from home.
Yesterday, at the beginning of our 30 hour mini road trip(of which, more later), GG managed to first take the wrong exit off the roundabout at junction 32 of the M4 motorway, putting us on the road to Brecon rather than the eastbound M4. He rectified this at the first opportunity, but then once actually on the motorway, managed to leave it at the very next exit as he hadn’t noticed that he needed to change lanes until he was half way up the slip road, having missed that he was in a designated lane for that very purpose! I suppose that amused exasperation would be a better description of my mood at that time, given how much I was laughing, but I wanted to narrow it down to one word. Bless him! You’d never think he was a scout in years gone by!