Back later as I've had a good day, but of course I'm very tired when I sit down!
I think, since I went for my bloods today with my carer, and it was so very straightforward, if I can find a lift I will "women up" and be able to do it. Thank you for your concerns.
(0f course, me and carer then went on to such an enjoyable natter - almost shared counselling and so many laughs, that we arranged an extra hour on the spot, but am all talked out.)
Well done on the aqua, HVDY, and ironing.... as it's a no go except exceptional circs here... respect.
Scaredycat, that was a very poignant time for you today at the Graveyard. A sad, and loving, time there. You have lived through so much, and come through compassionate not bitter.
You are very very right, its the confidence, especially on motorways, although in fact a motorway that is not crowded is far easier than a town or winding country roads.
I had a bit of a baptism of fire on that one. One thing Ex was good on was cars, and a year or so before it blew up, he chose a nice, safe, Volvo, not top of the range, but it felt so safe and has the power to react quickly as well as the features that help like auto braking, enough power to get you out of trouble quickly on a motorway.
So the tale, very sad and but happy, was that when it all started with Ex on his last big breakdown, I needed a break badly. the first time my family collected me and dropped me off.
Anyway, the next time I was desperate to get away:
I just got in the car, and drove all the way to their house. Needs must, and I enjoyed the challenge.
But I wouldn't dream of driving abroad now, of course, as you once did.