I was a delivery driver for the day. With Andy (lovely, 56, two daughters, one’s a nurse, one’s at uni). we drove around delivering parcels, had lunch overlooking a little wood. It’s what I want to do when I’m grown up I’ve decided.
It’s sort of nice knowing that some-one exists like Molgrips. Sorry Molly, but your posts about nearly everything make me shake my head and think “How do you make any decisions at all?”