Mum didn't learn to drive until she was about 40 and an abiding memory was a trip to Aylesbury with Bob and myself. Approaching a large two lane roundabout in the centre of town, Mum somehow entered it the wrong way. I can still see the people in oncoming cars mouthing ‘you’re going the wrong way’, we were shouting, ‘Mum you’re going the wrong way’. She calmly said, I know I am but I can’t get off. Well somehow we did get off, miraculously unscathed and were sworn to secrecy. I don’t think Dad ever did find out about Mum’s daredevil stunt.