Home again . . .

We got home at about half-seven, and we're safe, boared, tired, frustrated and hungry, but safe non-the-less.
We made quite good timing, considering we: spent two hours in "West Quay", a HUGE shoping center; got confused as to where we were supposed to go in southampton; neerly took several wrong turnings between southampton and the M4; had to turn off the M4, into Mythur Tydful, and couldn't get back on; and got lost somewere in the Breakon Beakons, as we tried to explain to dad:
T: "Hello Dad"
D: "Hello Thomas, where are you?"
T: "Dunno, we're lost, somewere in the Breakon Beakons!"
D: "Right, so are you lost?"
T: ". . . YES! I just said that!"
D: "But your in the car . . ."
T: "YE"
D: "So where are you then?"
Ah-well.
Edmund