... how to drive a car OK - it's only been one week since I've been behind the wheel. It feels like a lot longer. I am now a commuter; I sit on a train driven by someone else, no longer in control. It's great!

But, I love driving my car. I love the freedom of pointing her nose in a direction and just going (traffic permitting of course). And in my car, I'm my own company. I don't have to avoid eye contact with the creep opposite, or tune out the kching kching of someone else's mp3 player, or try to ignore the fact I'm melting in the heat of the train/bus. Yes, London is still sweltering, and yes, trains and buses are not air-conditioned. Well, the newer trains are, but that doesn't kick in unless the train is in motion. Is that silly, or what?

My car sits, neglected where once she was adored every day; her V6 sits waiting for my whim. Damn, I sound like a man - but, I do love driving my car!

Only a week, and I had forgotten the sexy snarl under the bonnet.  ¶ 8:54 pm