On Being Able to Drive
I’ve just gotten back home from a trip. The drive varies, taking anywhere between an hour and a half to two hours. It’s certainly not a long drive, but it’s a long and rather boring journey. I’ve talked about the journey in the past and it’s not even that big a trip. For anyone from not-a-tiny-island, the journey is pretty damn insignificant. And it also says a lot about my attitude to driving. Which, admittedly, isn’t the best. I genuinely hate driving You’d think that the freedom of having a car would make me feel happy. But I don’t enjoy… [Continue Reading]
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