Had a curious experience last night. Like Schrödinger's cat, being alive and dead at the same time, I found my self in the same taxi as my family, but traveling on a different road in the complete opposite direction.

We returned from Holiday in Portugal, and landed at Heathrow Airport. We live pretty much halfway between Heathrow Airport and Gatwick Airport.

As we walked from the terminal to get a Taxi, I was already in a different reality from the rest of my family. The Taxi Rank wasn't where I remembered it to be.

As we were about one junction away from our turn-off from the motorway, it became clear I was somewhere else completely.

Sophie mentioned that we are at Junction 11. I protested, stating that the junction before ours (we come off the motorway at Junction 10) was Junction 9, so if we are at Junction 11, the Taxi driver has gone a very strange route.

Then I realised that I had been traveling in a Taxi from Gatwick and the rest of the family travelled from Heathrow, all in the same Taxi.

Somehow my brain had constructed an entirely different perspective on exactly the same locations, turns, bridges and lane changes. We existed in two locations at the same time.

Makes me curious to find out what other blatant lies my brain has been concocting all these years.