My sister, Mara, drove us over to Anglesey, an island off the edge of North Wales, to see my Dad before I leave for Australia.
She loves to drive and has a very shiny and fast convertible car with no dents and no debris in the boot. Unlike mine, which is none of those things, except possibly convertible – I think it could be converted into a skip without too much trouble.
Anyway, she also has 9 points on her licence – any more and the filth will confiscate her car or something, which would effectively scupper her independent financial services business. So I was on ‘speed camera spotting’ duty… every few miles I’d flap my hands, shriek “Speed Camera!” and she’d slam the brakes on.
And each time we came to a junction or traffic lights, men in other cars would try to race her. Mara is hugely competitive, (frankly, I’m not convinced we’re actually related by blood at all, we’re so diametrically different on almost everything), anyway, SHE WILL NOT BE BEATEN. So that made for some interesting, wheel-spinning, whiplash-inducing moments.
My Dad had bought goats milk and honey specially for me to have in my tea. He’d even got me a big chocolate birthday cake as I’ll be in Australia for my birthday this year. It was really good to see him. I don’t see him enough. I think we have more in common as we get older, which is nice.