A few weeks ago I had a little bingle in my car. Nothing serious but enough that it had to spend a few days at a garage being fixed.
I love to drive and I'm really very independent, so having no car for the first time since I was 18 was a bit of a shock to the system. It wasn't an issue as I'm surrounded by helpful family and friends but I still feel overlly guilty about putting someone out for me.
Last night the car was fixed so today I was back behind the wheel. Oh the joy of the freedom! It reminds me of getting my licence for the first time all those years ago. Driving is something I will never take for granted.