So I drove

From my house to my son's.
Now this might sound a bit pathetic as it's only about 8 miles away.
BUT since my health failed I havent really been driving much at all.
On a previous post last September you will find a picture of my car.
I got an automatic because my muscles dont like to change gear.
Even so, I dont have many days when I atually feel like driving.

Sunday my husband was already over at my son's helping him demolish a building for a new build at their house....
My two daughters and I walked out on the Wimbledon final to join them for a barbeque.
At the last minute I screwed up my courage and told Laura I would drive, but she might have to take over...

Well she didnt. I drove there and then surprising even myself, I drove back home.
I only wish this was a daily, or even weekly occurance, but sadly at the moment, it's not to be.
For now, I do feel quite chuffed with myself.