My husband will never ask for dircetions either. I remember driving round Cheltenham for an hour trying to get back to my Grandma's house. We were given directions to get to where we wanted to go but not how to get back (they've got a horrible one way system). Eventually I made him stop at the garage and the people there were useless just handed me a map. (Tom is still sitting in the car) As by this time I didn't have a clue where we were the map was useless. Fortunately when we carried on driving we got to GCHQ. From there I knew where to go.
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