50+ and proud of it.

This was going to be entitled "Woman Drivers". Now, it's not that I consider women to be bad drivers - in my opinion, the bad ones are just as bad as men, and vice versa. No, it's just that having spent a nice Christmas at my mother's (and not managing to throttle her) we returned home to find that my daughter had managed to roll her lovely 106 up a bank near the local junior school. "Well, it was icy" she explained, " and there was mud on the road!". "Umm, correct me if I'm wrong, but if you knew that, why didn't you slow down or something?" "Humph, that's not fair!". Fair, but accurate, I feel. Why the title? Well, we have a third offspring who has yet to start driving. Numbers One and Two children have now managed to roll a car each. Watch this space in 2 years. It may then be called "The Three Stooges" or the like... A thought just occurred to me. The same driving instructor taught them to drive.

Y'know, call me cynical if you will but I've just been reading an article in the Daily Mail about the sad case of Madeleine McCann. If I had lost my daughter, I too, would be doing everything in my power to find her again. Maybe I wouldn't have gone down the pub, and eaten in instead, but that's as maybe. The article (in brief) is that the Barcelona detective agency say "they'll find her by Christmas". "We know where she is". "We know who's got her". etc etc. I have a real problem with this. "Hello Mr Bad guys, we know where you are. Would you like to stay there while we fetch the Police?" Hmm, no. I really can't help thinking that this is an elaborate form of the 429 scam. They have a six month contract to find her:- 'Repeating his earlier promise to find Madeleine before March, he said: "We have a six-month contract. We have always said we want to fulfill it by finding her."' "We only need a le

After 25 years of not going to watch the RAC Rally (as it was then), I got an invite from WW & Hubby to go down and see them - and as a bonus WW got some tickets for the final leg of the WRC, SS13 in the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff. "Look," she said "it'll be sitting down in the warm and under cover, not standing around for hours in a cold & damp forest!". Well, at least one of those was correct... WW managed to wangle some parking under the stadium itself. We had to go into "Gate 4, car park W", which happened to be the start of SS13 itself. Having driven through something marked "Timing, Stage Start", we parked next to a car marked "FIA Steward" and proceeded to wander off looking for a way up. A nice man stopped us. "Err, who are you? Where are you going? Are you staff?". WW looked at him blankly "You mean we shouldn't be here? I thought the place looked empty!". "Look," he said "