I took two of my daughters to watch Manchester City Women’s team in a match against Birmingham. After it finished, we nipped into the Asda Supermarket next door to pick a few things up, so I sent a text to my wife that was supposed to inform her of this:
“The match has finished. I am now in Basra.”
She replied:
“Have you got your key? I’m not waiting up.”
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Ha ha! Predictive text has probably ruined more lives even while providing laughs.
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Bradford, Beswick, Basra… it’s all the same!
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Unless you’re walking there 🙂
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