threading the needle

visited my mum in nantwich for the day.
had an appalling pub lunch (how CAN you cock-up a ploughmans, but they did!) then an afternoon of diy, thanks to mum's shit list.
just as i was thinking of leaving to stay the night with my bros, ma said she wanted to go to a pub.
5 mins after setting off, she had forgotten the way to her favourite haunt, (i was not a happy chappy) so i did the usual 'man-thing' and just drove on and on, until we stumbled across a pub on a canal - result.
fortune favours the brave!