“I told you, Simon, we"re bloody lost,” shouted Claire in exasperation. “Two hours ago we left the main road; I told you you"d gone the wrong way. Only an i***t would have taken that turning, it wasn"t even signed!”
“Look, Claire, we can"t be that lost. We"re only in Yorkshire, for God"s sake! It"s not like we"re in the middle of the Sahara, or in the back streets of Beirut or somewhere. We"re bound to see a signpost soon, or someone we can ask where we are.”
“I don"t know why you don"t just turn the car around and go back where we came from.” Claire said, becoming exasperated.
“Listen, Claire, if I did that, it"d take us ages to get back to the main road. Then we"d just be back where we started from.”
“At least we"d know where the hell we were!”
Claire was by now totally frustrated.
