Mr soop is going to take me to a quiet spot
...so that I may get friendly with the newly acquired, automatic car. I've an unblemished motoring record. Have driven a Spitfire convertible, a Humber Hawk, Mitsubishi Colt, Mini and others over a 30 year span. Since moving to Scotland, more than ten years ago, I haven't sat behind a steering wheel let alone driven a car. Now, of course, I'm all dithery. Butterflies galore. Can I do it? Answers on a post card please. 
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is shining - what a difference that makes
Then, back on to the main road and a short drive to the local layby. I suppose I spent 20 mins out and about. It seemed like forever. My knuckles were white. My mouth was dry. My heart was thumping away. Mr soop kept his cool. When we returned to our rather tricky drive I needed a lot of forwarding and backing to get the car parked neatly. My legs felt like knitting when I extracteded myself from the seat. Mr soop 

