It went okay, though. Aside from getting lost for over an hour on the way to the hotel. My mother decided to only take the last four directions from the route planner in order to fit more onto the page, and my brother was navigating, naturallement. Full of fail. And of course when I take over and start directing us to the right area, this sort of thing happens:
"Okay, take this left. Yes, that was the one you should have taken. Okay, turn around at this little roundabout and go back to it. No, not that exit. Where the hell are we going?"
So we pull over and ask for directions from the two people out for a walk, the only two people in sight, and they direct us to the hotel, and when we get there, my services as navigator no longer required, guess who gets the blame for getting us lost?
And then the next morning mum's left the room key in the door and it's been handed in, so after we've wasted twenty minutes looking for it and finally given up we're late for breakfast. As in, "Oh, I'm so sorry, we've just finished serving."
And the directions to the crematorium? Don't actually lead to the crematorium.
Still, we make it with about five minutes to spare, and then have to endure some ridiculous phraseology in the service that almost has me collapsing into peals of laughter.
Other than that and lots of almost-tears, it was fine. Honest.