Today was a day of acceptance.  That I am seriously missing the ability to drive on a big road gene.  I set myself a test.  I would  not let fear get the better of me.  I was going to drive to a certain Swedish store, surely no more than 15 minutes away.  I was going to have to navigate underpasses and overpasses.  Yep, today was the day I was going to do it.  3 wrong turnings later and fighting a severe case of panic, I was officially lost.  Did I mention that I was lost and in Redbridge?  This morning, I had never even heard of it.  I rang the husband and told him I was leaving my car and getting the tube home.  Seriously not impressed!  The AA refused to come to my rescue, saying it was not an emergency.  If one lost, distressed, slightly hysterical female doesn't constitute an emergency, I would like to know what does.  Some poor random bloke attempted to give me directions.  By this stage, my brain had turned to complete mush from the stress of it all and I had lost the ability to comprehend.  I managed to stop myself from doing what I really wanted to do.  Throw myself at his feet and beg him to drive to my destination and allow me to follow him.  Long story short.  I made it back home.  Guys, this is not only a sign, it's a flippin' huge one!