|Buddy got off lightly, I didn't drive in Australia|
This morning I drove 16 miles to my friend’s house for coffee. Nothing unusual about this except it’s the first time I have driven for about three years. Paul sat next to me in the passenger’s seat; I felt like I was taking my driving test. ( I actually passed my test when I was eighteen years old and can still remember the thrill of removing the L-plates from my mini and my new found freedom.)
When we retired and moved to France over ten years ago we bought a left hand drive car. I was never entirely comfortable with it and so was quite happy to let Paul do most of the driving. Even when we reverted to an English right hand drive car I was happy to be chauffeured about. After over thirty years’ of driving it is unlikely I’ll ever forget how to drive but today I just wanted to reassure myself I could still do it. We will be clocking up a lot of miles when we tour Spain so it would be nice to think that I could take over for some of the way.
The drive was uneventful and I was completely relaxed (even if Paul wasn’t). What disturbs me though is the fact that my computer seemed to know what I had been doing today. When I got home I checked my mailbox and saw there were two new e-mails. One from my bank offering me a loan for a new car and the other from my insurance company offering me a special rate for safe drivers. I think Big Brother is watching me.