I don't think I realised until I had my Driving Licence suspended just what independence driving gave me and what a difference it makes. Today I have struggled with teetering on the edge of a depression.
A simple day like an E C G at the doctor's surgery and then an hour later my hair appointment, became a bit of a mammoth arrangement.
A taxi collected me at half past nine for the Medical Centre. I only had to wait a couple of minutes before I was called in. (it always intrigues me that whenever I go the car park is crammed with vehicles and yet there is hardly anyone in the waiting room) and the E C G took no time at all.
I then had to get to the Hairdresser - maybe about half a mile and almost all uphill. I walked - slowly - and really enjoyed it. It was a pleasant morning. I posted a couple of letters and had time to collect my winter coat from the dry cleaners. I must have looked pretty exhausted from my walk because he made me sit on a chair while he got my coat and then insisted on carrying it round to the Hairdressers for me. What a nice man.
I was half an hour early so I sat and read The Times and then, dead on time, the taxi drew up outside to bring me home.
I cooked a fish pie with broccoli and carrots for my lunch, with strawberries to follow, sat in the chair and slept all afternoon!