So what? I’m sure lots of you, most of you, can drive. It’s really fairly easy, once you know how. I’ve been able to drive since I was 18 (legal age to drive in the UK is 17) and spent my early 20s driving across European Autobahns, on the other side of the road. However, since I came to live in London 5 years ago, I have driven less and less, particularly since DS was born. There are 2 good reasons for not driving: a) it’s usually quicker to walk to where ever I am going, given the state of London traffic and b) London traffic scares the living daylights out of me.
But, this afternoon I realised that I was in need of a fair few groceries, more than I could easily carry. I normally have the majority of my groceries delivered, but that requires forward planning. So, as DS went for a nap, I said to DH, “I’m going to the supermarket. In. The. Car.” I can’t even remember the last time I drove the car in London, but off I tootled. And you know what? It wasn’t that bad … and I even enjoyed the food shopping part of the excursion!