Rented a car today, Chevy Cobalt, so I can go to me Mum's house for Christmas. It's always a strange feeling for the first few minutes of driving an automatic, as I try to shift when the engine starts racing. Or when I brake, I'm looking for the clutch with my left foot. Those kinda things.
Working til 3pm. Would ya believe I still have Christmas shopping to do? This is what happens when you can't get around to shop!
In any case . . .