Growing Old... Disgracefully...

My wife and I clung onto each other as my darling Daughter - newly 18 and passed her driving test - kangarooed her new car down the driveway, narrowly missing us, the garage, the stables, the trees, the oil tank and the gates at the bottom of the drive. My missus understandably is worred - will she see my daughter again - but I just felt old.


I remember my rite-of-passage, first long journey by myself in my "new" car - and look back on the near misses, the car-fires, the old ladies hitting the rear windscreen, the "advice" by patient motorcycle cops and of course driving the car home after flipping it onto its roof, neatly bunny-hopping the fence (on the way in)...


"She'll be fine"..


God, I feel old...