And where did I get to spend this gloriously warm sunny day? In the garden? In a beer garden? On the beach? On the downs?

Nope. I got to spend most of it in my car because I had to take it in for a service. Driving from one end of the island to the other, mostly in a 30 mph queue of elderly drivers. I know I tend to go on about them. It's not ageism, believe me - it's fear. Because every week the local paper reports a new elderly driver horror story. Not so long ago, three elderly drivers ended up in in the news in the same week - two wrecked their cars, the third wrecked his wife. He had foolishly attempted to reverse out of their drive before she got in the car, and before he knew what year it was, he'd run over her and put her in hospital.

It's not over yet either. I'm betting that there's another incident in the making. Today, whilst I was waiting for my car, one lucky couple entered the car showroom. She was extremely excited. Who wouldn't be? - her brand-new micra was sitting in the showroom just waiting to be taken home. She shrieked with laughter at the number they'd chosen - not sure why. She explained twice that she had chosen a white car because it was like silver. And she was really looking forward to driving an automatic after seven years in a manual drive.

"But what do I do when I have to stop at traffic lights on a hill? she asked the salesman.

"Er, what do you mean?" he said.

"Well, should I put the handbrake on or hold it on the clutch like I do now?"

The salesman made sure he drove the car out of the showroom onto the forecourt and suggested tactfully that he drove them down the road first to get them used to the car.
I'm calming my nerves by saying it could have been worse. Fortunately, her husband has been relegated to passenger.