Well, hello. I’ve ‘come out of the cupboard’ to try my hand at posting again.
One of the main things that emerged from my sister’s visit is that it’s not me being paranoid when I feel uneasy about Bear’s driving. Both my sister and her husband were pretty stressed out when Bear drove us to Maredsous one day. Wendy said she was NEVER going in a car with him again and Roger said ‘You can’t let him drive. He’s going to kill you one of these days.”
So it was left to me to find the right time, place and words to break it to him as tactfully as I could. He has always prided himself on being a good driver – and indeed he was – but a combination of poor eyesight and lack of concentration have resulted in a noticeable deterioration during the past year.
I picked a time when we were out having lunch at the local restaurant in the hopes that he wouldn’t throw a wobbly in public and i tried to put it to him as gently as possible that I was very worried about his eyesight and his driving.
He took it surprisingly well at the time. Too well.
Last night we went to our favourite restaurant half an hour away for his birthday meal. It’s the furthest I’ve driven for a very long time and it was raining virtually non-stop on the way back with oncoming headlights dazzling me from time to time. I felt quite relieved but pleased with myself when we arrived home.
“You made me feel really nervous with your driving.” was his verdict.
Another bone of contention between us is the question of a holiday. The last time we went away was a disaster and I’m most reluctant to go through that again.
During the birthday meal he was all sweet and pleasant one minute and growling (not always) under his breath at me the next.
“You know you can have anything you want.” he proclaimed,”Just tell me where you’d like to go on holiday and I’ll take you.”
Oh dear, my heart sank as I relived the last tme.
“Come on.” he urged – getting a bit nasty now, “Make up your mind – I’d like a really good holiday before I die.” This last remark was intended to be overheard by Leotine as she brought our main course. She and her husband own the restaurant and, being Dutch, they speak excellent English.
When she was out of earshot I had my revenge.
“Well, if you remembr, you promised we’d have the holiday of a lifetime when I retired but we couldn’t agree where to go so it all fell through. I think it’s a bit too late now bearing in mind your state of health.”