Yesterday would have been my 30th wedding anniversary. It’s funny how dates evoke such memories.

I woke feeling sad, I pulled back the curtains and could see the park beyond the window and people walking their dogs. I laid in bed taking in the early morning sunshine; on the window ledge I have some antique prisms. The sun shone through the window creating lots of coloured lights. When I was younger I thought the light through a prism was “fairies” I managed to catch some of the lights on my toes, my big toe turned purple as the light shone on it. I thought foolishly it might energise my foot for clutch control of the car, my driving lesson was in an hours time.

The driving lesson went better this time. I used to drive in the 70s at that time I used to drive a “Triumph Herald” I remember driving along to college where I was studying law. It was white and had a black open top. It had a very dodgy third gear and I had to make a jagged shape to knock it into third gear. I suspect the distant memory of my herald was the reason I kept missing third gear on my driving lesson. Its like my brain remembers driving from before, but my feet don’t seem to!

I suppose I just need to keep practising. I don’t know why I remember the bad habits from driving and not the good ones.