Published in April 2007 issue of Prospect Magazine
Are we nearly there yet?
It was the holiday season. Jane and Norman Potkins, along with several suitcases, three dogs and the twins Alfy and Betty, had set off from Hometown en route for Seaville and Mrs Waddington’s B&B. Along the way, they always stopped for lunch at the Duke’s Legs pub in Whoppingly Parva.
Norman, who was driving, knew what to expect, and dreaded it. Not long after they had set out, Alfy piped up with, “Are we nearly there yet?”
“How far have we come so far, dear?” said Jane, trying to elicit a more helpful response.
“One third as far as we still have to go to get to the pub,” said Norman mournfully.
Exactly 150 miles later, after an excellent lunch marred only by one of the dogs being sick over the potted hydrangea, Betty stopped playing with her shocking pink My Little Tasmanian Devil Set to ask, “Are we nearly there yet?”