Driving back from Dad's I managed to create 120 miles worth of fuel - how brilliant is that?
It seems I have been driving the car like a reckless hooligan,
(sorry Dad)
but when I am forced to drive slowly
(and this just goes to show that it is not all bad with average speed cameras on the motorway)
the whizzo gadget that tells me how many miles of fuel are left in the tank suddenly decides that I am now a Good Driver
so can go a Lot Further.
Thank You car.
Boys? what boys?
I think I must be getting over it.
I mentioned the Crying Weeks to a friend today, as I gave her an update on those two lovely lads who I lived with for so many years (!) She looked horrified and grabbed my arm as she searched my eyes and asked if I was going to cry now? nothing, not even a teeny drop squeezed its way out of my tear ducts. Have I become hardened, or am I just getting on with things?
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