On a wing, and a prayer, and full tank of diesel She sat in the driver's sear and looked at me expectantly. It was one of those what do I do now moments. Like when she lay in my arms on the day I brought her home from hospital, almost 22 years ago.
I'd thought that we were ready.
She'd got the licence, I bought the L plates, it was time to start the lessons. Something I'd been putting off for a number of years. It's supposed to be one of those activities that sends your stress levels stratospheric, isn't it? And it's not her I'm worried about, it's me. I'm the one prone to panic, while she is mostly calm and sensible, and she's 21, so no longer a crazy teenager ..