The Black Cat

Son took me to Bedford today to pick up a new pc. My laptop died two days ago.
For some reason he always takes the long route, up the A1 to the Black Cat and in on the A421. Coming back we were held up, as is often the case at that junction. But I kept my mouth shut and said nothing.
Except for "quick open the window while I get my blip"
We'd have been home ten minutes quicker had he come the local route passed Frosts!!