I don't think my nerves can take it.
We bought this car because it's easier to insure for a 17 year old driver.
Insurance companies do not like 17 year old boys.
There are reasons for their dislike of 17 year old boys.
When I was young (my kids laugh at that phrase: 'When I was young....'. They reckon I say it ALL the time. It's not true, of course.)
Anyway, when I was young, I thought we should be able to drive legally when we were ...oh, probably .. about twelve.
Now? Well, now I think the age should be around twenty-two. At least.
Seriously, this is scarey. And I think I need a brandy. Except that it would probably make me throw up. I don't know how anyone can drink that stuff.
I'm rambling. I know I am. It's my nerves. When I get very nervous, I talk non-stop. That's what I'm doing just now.
Okay. I'm more calm now. This is what calmed me.
We had our own baby carrots and broccoli tonight.
We also had our own red onion and coriander. I must tell you all about my coriander. But I can't get my thoughts together right now.
I'm not kidding. I'm not ready to be the mother of a 17 year old. When I was young (there's that phrase again)..... When I was young, the mothers of 17 year olds were.... kind of old. And I don't feel 'kind of old'.
I have got to go. I'm rambling again. I need to go and talk to some vegetables. I need to feel calm again.
I love you all. And please stick with me. I will be calm the next time I say 'Hi' to you. Promise.