Driving theory

No idea what's happening with my poor little car. Mercedes are being so vague I might go and visit it in its clinic and hopefully parole it. I had to borrow Mr Smith's car for a wild goose chase somewhere in Middlesex. His car was very dirty and smells like the tip because he keeps filling it with rubbish. I changed the seat position, the seat angle, the mirror, the radio station and the air con thing. Mr Smith will not be a bit pleased.

Trying to get to and from Sunbury yesterday during rush hour was hideous. I was stupidly late and had to turn round and come home; only I didn't turn round as I decided to take an alternative crawl to Kingston past some very splendid waterworks buildings which I note are for sale. I'd love to live in a great brick temple of Victorian mechanisation looking out of enormous arched windows at the reservoirs below.

The student passed his driving theory test. Another driver annoys you. Do you a) gesticulate at them; b) shout abuse at them; c) drive very very close flashing your lights at them; d) Yell "Tosser" out of the window and do wanky hand signals. You know the sort of thing. Oh sorry, there was an option of pulling over and ignoring them. All I can say is thank heavens Mr Smith never had to take a driving theory test.