Mums licence was due for renewal last year and she was adamant that she wanted it even though she hadn't driven the car for over a year. I said no, she said I was mean and bullying her, stopping her from having her freedom. I told her that was a load of claptrap as she doesn't want to go anywhere as it is!
In the end, I gave her a copy of the renewal form and told her, you want it, YOU HONESTLY fill it in and get the GP to counter sign it.
Now, she says it doesn't bother her.
Mobility wise, she's the same, decrepit. Can barely pick her feet up. Brain wise, the dementia guy last year said he wasn't comfortable with saying she had Dementia and said she needs to help herself (we've all said that, she brushes it off).
My dad laughs when he talks about his dad and how he used to drive and wouldn't acknowledge a turning into a council estate. He would indicate left for a major turning before this estate, apparently he had a few close calls. He drove right up until he died almost 20 years ago, he was bloody minded. At the end of his road, it pulled straight out onto the A41, to turn right, he would stop, put the handbrake on, look left, look right, look left, look right, see it was clear,...... Take the handbrake off, put the car into gear and pull out. Dad said he went once with him, once was enough, it scared him! So I asked him, why didn't you say something, his reply was no one died!