There's quite a bit of dyslexia in my family. A lot of the time it's hard work, but from time to time we have a real laugh. Slogans such as "Dyslexics are teople poo" and "Dyslexics of the world UNTIE", arereally funny to us.
Sometimes however, it can leave me just scratching my head. The Ball & Chain has never been diagnosed with dyslexia (indeed, when we were growing up hardly anyone ever was), but boy is his spelling bad. For years he would send me e-mails of our travel arrangements, with the flight bookings etc apparently made on Untied Airlines instead of United. (I quite often type words in the worng order, but not the same wrong order every time!)
And now, in Costa Rica, trying to work out directions etc. with him is a feckin nightmare.
Me: So where are we going today?
B&C: Taramarenge. Didn't we already disucss this?
Me: Tara where? I can't even remember seeing that. Is it far?
B&C: We drove through it the other day and you said it looked nice.
Me: So where do you fancy having dinner tonight?
B&C: Let's try the Carulia. We'd better call first and see if they have a table.
Me: Hmmm. Can't see it.
B&C: It's on the list.
Me: Would that be the Caracola Restaurant or the Cauri Lobby?
B&C: Yes, that one.
We drove two hours yesterday to a volcanic national park called Rincon de la Vieja, and he said it differently every time he read the map. Eventually I just typed it into my phone and used the GPS though. Saves a lot of time and confusion!