A neighbour, whom I'd not meet until then, came over to voice his admiration. It had, he said, been as good as a cabaret watching this little chap mastering the big bike. Now they can watch him doing three point turns. The technique's different, but the expression's just the same. Then, of course, you can't help thinking if they should even be learning to drive.
Every day there are reports of horrible accidents, cars full of teenagers turning over.
Ten people a day are killed on our roads. Those are the sort of thoughts that can keep a mother awake at night. He longed for his 17th birthday, had the licence all ready. But I sort of hoped we could put off the driving lessons until he was a bit older, around 40 say. Still, today we went to Tescos - a round trip of about 20 miles with lots of traffic, roundabouts and cyclists.