The Emily Experience
Today was scary. It started with snoring, and running taxi engines as neibours set off for their hols, and awful sound bytes on Radio 4 - all before 6:30 am. Daughter had pinched the duvy from the spare bed, so I got up.
Next is daughter wanting to drive my car, so we went to Harry Ramson's car park. Apparently my car is old and cranky, the steering is stiff and the accelerator is too sharpe. She did not attempt the open road. Maybe you can smell fear after all. I drove her to the train station and she set off to visit Gran for a couple of days.
Why did I feel so relaxed when I returned home? Was it the Jamison's?
Next is daughter wanting to drive my car, so we went to Harry Ramson's car park. Apparently my car is old and cranky, the steering is stiff and the accelerator is too sharpe. She did not attempt the open road. Maybe you can smell fear after all. I drove her to the train station and she set off to visit Gran for a couple of days.
Why did I feel so relaxed when I returned home? Was it the Jamison's?