Recent events have forced me to give up driving--after months of pleading from my dear lady and advice from my family (all ignored since I haven't had an accident for many years). I had to admit to myself that if what had happened at the breakfast table that morning, had happened when I was driving--WHOOMP!--more people than just myself could have suffered. So in the end it was my own decision.
Disposing of the red Mazda turned out to be easier than feared. When I approached my second son Gary, to see if his 18 years old son would fancy it--he thought if would not be BRUM! enough for him. But my son told me that his own partner Marina, was on the verge of learning to drive. She had always admired the Soul Red of my car. And to make the situation perfect, it happened to be her birthday on the 12th February. He rang her, told her I want to speak--well, when I asked about a special birthday present--told her what it was--she broke into tears of gratitude. Silly girl!
So, now--no car and legs that still don't work so well--I'm going to have to step up the exercises.
How does the song go? "Make just one person happy--"
