Yesterday was the first time (since my car accident), I had a go at my son S’s car. His ex wife has his new car, and he drives her Pilot. He drove to the local mosque which is nearer to his rented apartment, to let me have a practice run in the parking area.
There were children playing at one end. We were confined to a small space at the other end. I have told my son repeatedly that I wasn’t at the learner stage— I was way passed that. I first drove in 2004. He wouldn’t listen. I drove round and round till my brain started going round and round too — but no one saw that.
Finally at the tail end, he let me drive on the road back to the apartment.
An exasperated loud sigh!
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