Viva Brighton Issue #78 August 2019
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COLUMN<br />
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Lizzie Enfield<br />
Notes from North Village<br />
Illustration by Joda (@joda_art)<br />
We’re about to set off, but the car window’s been<br />
broken and nothing appears to have been taken.<br />
“Not even the Neil Diamond CD,” I say to the<br />
children who tell me there should be no ‘even’<br />
in that sentence, that my including it suggests<br />
the CD was worth taking and it most definitely<br />
was not.<br />
So our journey is delayed, while we call out a<br />
glass repairer. Eventually we set off. Girl, You’ll<br />
be a Woman Soon, is playing. The kids are saying<br />
the lyrics are deeply dodgy and I am wondering<br />
why anyone would break the window of a car for<br />
absolutely no reason.<br />
But then we reach the roundabout, known in the<br />
family as ‘the roundabout where we always take<br />
the wrong exit’, and husband, who has poor recall<br />
for names of people and places – and objects –<br />
says “Oh they’ve taken the thing.”<br />
“What thing?” everyone asks.<br />
“You know the thing on the window.”<br />
“The National Trust car park sticker?” I venture,<br />
thinking we clearly have a different class of thief<br />
in Fiveways.<br />
They might not appreciate Neil Diamond but<br />
they love a bit of Capability Brown.<br />
“No not that.”<br />
It’s like twenty questions but we’ve got plenty<br />
left.<br />
“Well it’s not the tax disc,” I say, staring at the<br />
window wondering what could have been taken.<br />
And then one of the children pipes up.<br />
“It’s Dorothy!” And I realize it is, indeed,<br />
Dorothy who has been taken from her home on<br />
the windscreen.<br />
Dorothy was our Sat Nav, named by the children<br />
on account of her propensity to tell us to “follow<br />
the road.”<br />
She did that more often than other Sat Navs<br />
because we never loaded the maps properly. It<br />
took too long and we don’t drive north that often<br />
but when we did she would think we’d entered<br />
some sort of vortex and start yelling at us to “get<br />
back to the road!”<br />
Generally, though, she was quite calm and<br />
conversational and we were quite fond of her.<br />
Now she’s been taken, everyone seems a bit<br />
subdued – and lost, because there is no one to tell<br />
us to perform a legal U-turn and go back to the<br />
roundabout we exited wrongly.<br />
“Poor old Dorothy,” says my son, who, when<br />
he was younger, thought she was an actual very<br />
small person who lived inside the black plastic<br />
unit we suckered to the windscreen – a bit<br />
like our Dutch neighbour who does the safety<br />
announcements in Dutch for Easyjet who he<br />
wanted to say hello to on a flight to Amsterdam.<br />
“What do you think they’ve done with her?” one<br />
of the girls asks.<br />
I suspect they’ve taken her to the nearest<br />
pawnshop and converted her to cash, which is<br />
probably in turn being converted into drugs, but<br />
I don’t tell them this.<br />
To be honest, we’re not great drivers and<br />
Dorothy’s time with us was a bit dull for her. So<br />
I tell them:<br />
“She’s probably been taken by someone more<br />
adventurous than us and is embarking on the<br />
road trip of her life…”<br />
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