I was on the M6 one day when I avoided a motorist batting down the outside lane
in the wrong direction hotly pursued by a police car. The driver was a fellah. Admittedly he was, by the look of him, about 90 years old but he was definitely male.
Not
all women drivers are puddled, some of us are quite sane and not-bad-drivers. I would not dare to be anything else as I was taught to drive by my late husband who would come back and haunt me if I didn't drive well. And I have the greatest accolade of all - from my son who drives a lorry for a living (he says it's like being paid for a hobby, he loves his job) - he says I'm a good driver, what more can I say?
Take pity on the poor woman who drove into the station - and send her to the opticians without delay.
