My days of getting lost whilst driving seem far from over.

I set off for Cumbernauld and ended up in Twechar, and was completely disorientated driving back from Lesmahagow to Airdrie and almost ended up in Edinburgh!

The list of wrong destinations I have ended up in is endless.

However, I no longer give myself a hard time over it because the more I speak to people about it, the more I learn I’m not alone!

My good pal Mae, decided on Saturday night to join a group of friends in Glasgow, and considering it is only a 20-minute journey by train from Airdrie, we assumed she would be OK.

However, homeward bound, she asked the rail staff as she huffed and puffed whilst rushing along the platform, if the train was going to Edinburgh.

“Yes, it is.” Was the answer.

And it was, but it wasn’t the train Mae should have been on because it was on a different line.

Hence, she ended up in Croy.

“Poor Mae.”

I had just relayed the story to my pal Fiona and her husband Garry.

“That’s nothing Janice, wait till I tell you about my trip to Spain last week.”

Garry went on to unfold his latest adventure.

“My two pals, Stoodge and Deek, were each buying a house in Marbella, and had arranged to fly out and meet me in Spain as I was organising their viewings.”

“And by the way Janice,” Garry added, “they’re not the brightest pair.”

“So Stoodge flew out on the Monday but Deek, who had a wee job on, couldn’t fly till the Tuesday.”

“I had promised to pick them up when they arrived at Malaga Airport and take them to view their property.”

Garry sounded as though he was a high flying overseas estate agent all of a sudden.

“I got Stoodge no problem and took him straight to view his villa.”

Garry seemed chuffed. “And by lunchtime he was sitting by the pool having a cold San Miguel.”

“Sounds lovely.” I said. “Wish I had a house in Spain.”

“Well Janice, between you and me, they both landed some cash after a large compensation claim.”

I didn’t know how to answer that, so thought it best to say nothing.

So Garry went on: “Tuesday, Janice, and Deek called to make sure I was still picking him up.”

“I land at 3 o’clock mate.” He assured me.

“No problem.” I said.

“I’ve got a wee white Fiat Panda hired car till the end of the week, and I’ll make sure I’m outside terminal one.”

“So I got there at 2.45pm just in case the flight was early.”

“But...”

“Twenty past three, Janice, and no sign of the idiot.” Garry sounded less than pleased.

“So I called Deek’s mobile.”

“Where are you mate?”

“I’m here.” Replied Deek.”

“I’m walking up and down outside the terminal big man, but I cannae see you anywhere.”

“Well, what with the heat and everything Janice, I was getting a bit hacked off.”

“I’m right here mate.” I yelled down the phone.

“I’m in a wee white Fiat Panda hired car.” He reiterated.

“Ye canna miss it.”

But apparently Deek did miss it. Big time.

“I called him again five minutes later.”

“Look mate, you cannae miss me now, I’m now standing right outside the exit of Terminal One.”

“Well so am I.” replied Deek.

“Whit are ye wearing?” I asked.

“Ma new Addidas Man United trackie.” Was the reply.

“Well Janice, the place was mobbed and I was getting frazzled looking for the idiot when my phone went again.”

“Garry, I’m waving and I’ve not moved from the same spot, but I still cannae see you anywhere.”

“That’s when the penny dropped.” Garry looked harassed.

“Deek, whit airport are you at?”

“What do you mean whit airport am I at ya daftie.”

“Alicante obviously.”

“Alicante?” Apparently Garry lost the plot. “Alicante?”

“Yer supposed to be at Malaga airport as your buying a house in Marbella ya numpty.”

“Aw right." Deek replied. “I’ve only ever been to Alicante Airport so I thought there was only one airport in Spain.”

He then went on to explain.

“My Ma booked ma flights and she always goes to Alicante Airport when she’s going to Benidorm.”

“But you’re not going to Benidorm, you’re going to Marbella.”

Garry was fuming. “Stay where you are and I’ll come and get you.”

“But do you know Janice, when I put Alicante Airport in the sat nav I was even more raging.”

“That’s a six hour drive ya *******.” Garry language was now rather colourful.

Which made me realise that me ending up in Twechar, and Mae ending up in Croy, really wasn’t such a big deal!