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Jan 2019
Last year busy at my job, my husband called to say
“The car’s broke down, what shall I do, can you ring The AA?”
“Why don’t you give them a ring?
Why are you ringing me?”
“I don’t know where I am” he says, location cannot see
“Well how the heck do I know, can’t you go find out?”
I heard a man call to him, give him a friendly shout
“Here mate can I help you? what’s happened, what is wrong?”
“Where am I?” says my husband, his spanish accent strong
“You’re on Rooley Lane,mate”I heard the local say
“Roo...Roo.. “my husband stuttered in his spanish way
“Yep Rooley Lane”the Yorkshire man repeats, and comes to aid
“Roo... erm... Roo” my husband, attention hasn’t paid
He’s lived in Yorkshire many years, english speaks ok
He doesn’t listen carefully which causes me dismay
The man repeats his whereabouts and still he’s going “Roo..”
Frustrated on the other end, oh yes, that’s when I blew.
“You’re on Rooley Lane” I scream so loud, my colleagues smirk
Thankfully, the bloke helped out and I sat back to work!
My husband is spanish and I’m english. He has lived in uk for years lol
Joanna Garrido
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Joanna Garrido  61/F/West Yorkshire
(61/F/West Yorkshire)   
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