Unless I am mistaken, which could well be the case, I only have a few more things on my June napkin to record.
Blue Car. Taken from ‘How We Go’, published by J.M. Dent in 1975. The artists are Kailer and Lowndes
This is because I am 47 years old and have never owned a car. Ditto my husband, except he is 48.
My parents didn’t have a car, in fact nobody in my street did, so it’s not like I’ve grown up with anything other than public transport or Shanks’s pony.
One of the things I noticed when I moved to Bromley was the amount of eighty-somethings driving around the streets. This is a strange sight for me. You never see old people driving in my home town, because they couldn’t afford to learn to drive and buy a car when they were younger. Old people in my home town can’t drive, not one of them. Except maybe if they’ve moved there from another, more affluent, place, but that never happens.
The people who tell me I don’t need a car are always people who have one.