It is an icy cold, windy start to February, and The Son has just gone out for his first driving lesson with his dad. I realised how much ground The Daughter, being firstborn, had to break. With her, I felt a great deal more fear and anxiety as she first kangaroo’d off down the road. This time, I know what to expect. I have learnt that driving lessons are best given by professionals, as Parents Know Nothing and have been doing it All Wrong for a Thousand Years. Driving lessons given by professionals also tend not to end in tears – their own and The Daughter’s.
I have also learnt that insuring a 17-year old boy, even in a car with an engine no larger than a thimble, is not a laughing matter.