Tuesday, 8 February 2011


Dearest Mama,

 Of course I have no objections to you taking driving lessons. Why on earth would I have any misgivings? I think it's wonderful that someone of your great age should find such an interest. You have all your facilities (although I do worry about your leg - any thoughts yet?). You have good eyesight, remember I've seen you in action with your Purdey and as for your reactions, I think they are better than mine.
However, I am very concerned about your choice of motor vehicle. I don't care that James Bond had one, an Aston Martin, especially a DB5 is an extremely powerful motor car and more than likely much too powerful for you. I am horrified that you have already driven it especially when there is a little thing like a Driving Test to consider and that you reached speeds of over 30 miles per hour on your very first 'adventure' as you rather recklessly call it. It is no laughing matter. What you describe is a criminal offence and also very dangerous and not just for you.
So Mama, I am begging you please, please, please, return the mechanical monster to the place from whence it came. If you are quite convinced that you need to drive please purchase something more sedate.
You remember Mrs Makabee? Didn't she have a Morris Minor that used to belong to her late husband? And hadn't it been garaged for over 20 years? I'm sure she (and me) would be glad to sell it to you.You could get Mr Thomas at the Garage to look at it for you, make repairs if needed and before you know it you could be tootling around the village (if you pass your test of course). Let me know if Mrs Makabee is open to the idea? In the meantime, stick to your bicycle.

Love and kisses A.

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