This week, since being back from last weeks gallivanting, has been a week of catching up.
I let a few things slide last week, and I am now, unsurprisingly, paying the price.
Drop offs and pick ups.
Family to visit; favours to return.
It makes me realise how very lucky I am to live where I live, and how very relieved and grateful I am to be able to drive.
As I zip all over Adelaide with a car full of children, with ease, I am grateful for driving.
My Dad taught me to drive preceding my seventeenth birthday. I passed my drivers test first go, in a manual car. (An old Triumph Herald that smelled of vomit. Nice.)
(Please do not ask me about obtaining my Australian licence. That is a whole other blog post...)
My Dad's life's work was connected to the motor industry. He was passionate and entrenched in it. He taught me, not only to drive, but how to change the oil, how to change a tyre, how to check the air pressure, how to change headlamp and brake light bulbs.
I am grateful for the Captivator*. I am grateful to my Dad for presuming girls needed good motor skills.
And I am grateful to live in Adelaide where the roads are wide and the traffic is light....
And I am linking this up to Maxabella's Saturday Grateful, which is being graciously hosted by her lovely Sister C, whose blog I also adore - And then there were four...
* Daft nickname given to my car...