I am lost. This time in the literal sense.

I must admit I have caused chaos this evening! It all started when I took a shortcut over the fields to home and found I was suitably disoriented and couldn't remember where my house was. I took a stab at it though. My good friend Matt walked me home to make sure I got there safely (happily calling out "hello" to everyone we passed; he's lovely and hasn't yet got over the excitement of being here). I took us to the house I thought was mine, looked through the gate's peephole to double check it was correct and saw a goat. Error.
Time for plan B. I went back to Matts house where his mum gave me juice and I 'helped' him change the fuse box and entertained the neighbour's children. Then I got my mum's number off someone else. When she heard my voice she was delighted "CRARE!!" I could hear whoops of laughter when I told her I was lost and at Elisabeth's house. Elizabeth is the name of Matt's mama and I quite wrongly assumed that my mama knew where this was. I also assumed that on hearing her little lamb was lost she'd be swiftly on her way to pick me up, as I had quite strategically stranded myself somewhere I felt quite sure was nearby. However, in her defence, my mum isn't very good at English and she had assumed that I was visiting someone called Elizabeth for supper. Meanwhile there was also bedlam over all our communication channels as everyone clocked that someone was lost. In fact maybe lots of people were lost. Where was Georgina my Kenyan counterpart for instance? The joke caught on and everyone claimed to be checking on their counterpart (no, he's not in the jacuzzi, nor in the conservatory, my gosh).
Eventually Matt's fuse box was fixed and it was totally dark. Elizabeth then offered to escort me home. She too made the assumption that I would be staying at her house for dinner so I had quite a long wait while this was ironed out but I didn't want to impose on poor Matt who had only ever intended to be gentleman enough to walk me home. As we walked Elizabeth disclosed that she also didn't know where my mum lived but would take me to the right past of town!!!!! This particularly worried me as I had taken myself to the right part of town already and come face to face with a goat. However by some miracle the next gate I peaked through I saw my own back yard and my mama with a bundle of washing and so we all went in to say hello (Mama's real daughter has been asking after Matt ever since).


Today in class we are going to be drawing maps of the area.