..well, i have to really, as i don't trust Sy to drive at all.
His driving has to be the worst i've ever experienced. Really.
Now, i'm not saying mine is perfect (too right woman, i hear you men scream), but as the daughter of a coach driver, who drove various vehicles over many years and passed all his driving tests the first time, i can safely say i had The Best Teacher.
'Always use your mirrerrs'
'why can't i look over my shoulder?'
'Because you'll get a crick in yer neck, yer silly bugger.'
'But the driving instructor said..'
'Tek no notice of 'em...they teach yer how to pass a test, not how to drive.'
Now, you have to bear in mind that we live in a very rural area.
Single track roads, lots of floods and unexpected sharp corners.
When Sy moved in he had possession of a nifty little black sports car.
'That'll be no good round here,' i informed him.
'But it's great for nipping around in!' he exclaimed.
'Exactly how much 'nipping' do you expect to do living here... i'd trade it in for a landrover if i were you.'
Sy was non to pleased with this exchange.
Time would tell.
The first thing he encountered while spinning down a counrty lane was one of the local girls walking her sheep.
I don't mean a flock of sheep, with a dog and everything. Far to normal.
A flock of sheep, on leads, taking up half the road.
'Sprouty, i nearly had a dreadful accident..'
'What did you come across, the sheep, combine harvester or the mums on the school run?
'The sheep...they were everywhere, even though they were all on leads.'
'Well slow down then.'
I think Sy's driving is inherited from his dad. His dad taught him, and his driving is just as crap.
It's city living. Driving is very different in the cities to driving out here.
Definition of city driving;
Drive as fast as you can, brake fast and hard, make sure you have full use of hands for rude gestures at other drivers who don't get off roundabouts fast enough.
Definition of country driving;
Drive slowly, take bends in second gear, have full use of hands to wave at all neighbours and farmers.
If, and it's a big if, Sy drives, i absolutely know for sure, that he isn't concentrating.
He will be thinking about whatever it is he is writing about.
One of the last times we had to get petrol, all he had to do was put the petrol into the car. Nothing else.
1; get out of car.
2; open fuel cap.
3; take off petrol cap.
4; Put fuel in.
5; put petrol cap back on.
6; shut fuel cap.
7; get back into car.
He decided that points 5 and 6 weren't worth bothering with...
Still, i'm grateful that he works from home, for the time being.
I can't begin to imagine what the insurers would say if he told them he'd had an accident involving a flock of sheep on leads...
Till next time,
Shakespeare's Housekeeper xx
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