I dared to drive the new car into town this morning to the bank. I asked the farmer to come with me as I am always a little nervous in a new vehicle. In fact it seems exactly like the old one to drive, the only difference being that one has to depress the clutch before putting one's foot on the accelerator when starting. Of course I didn't drive in the correct manner for the farmer. I was too near the side of the lane, which threw up grit and the odd puddle and several times he pointed out that I was in the wrong gear. But I swallowed any retort and pressed on. After all, it is his car and he is happy for me to drive it, so I let all such comments go over my head. Did any woman ever drive a car right for a man sitting in the passenger seat? (incidentally, he never drives it right for me either, but I keep quiet about that too).
It is a very cold day here, although the wind has dropped. My Tesco delivery man remarked on the pleasant day when he came with my order this morning. I had to tell him that overnight the weather is set to get very stormy indeed, with gale force winds, some snow -everything but a plague of frogs - and I wouldn't rule that out.