Recovery and driving

I am not allowed to drive, lest I need to make an emergency stop and apply full brake pressure, which could set back my surgery recovery. I haven't made an emergency car brake stop since the 1990s when twice I had to rapidly impede the progress of my Humber Super Snipe, once when someone turned in front of me, and once when a car pulled out in front of me. The power assisted front disc and rear drum brakes performed well to slow the beast very rapidly. Or course it was nothing like how a modern car can stop on a dime, and what kiddie would know what a car without power brakes was like to drive, let alone stopping a car of extreme weight.

But I can be a car passenger, so I took Phyllis out for another quite challenging driving lesson. He was quite chuffed when I told him that some country folk would be terrified of the driving he had done today, Kingsways, Burnley Tunnel, Church/Chapel Street, Commercial Road, Prahran Square Car Park, Greville Street, Punt Road, High Street, St Kilda Road, then to be faced with a demonstration in St Kilda Road, so Kingsway, Albert Road, 3 point turn, Albert Road Kingsway and home.

Trams were disrupted, so Kosov was struggling to get to work, even in spite of trying Ubers. He cancelled work, called, pick me up. He called mid driving lesson, Andrewww, I don't have keys to get home. He is due a lecture about taking keys. (It was given)

He was supposedly catching a bus to Doncaster from Latrobe Street, but  met us in Prahran by catching a 246 bus from St Kilda Junction (don't ask) and then walking. 

As all this was happening, American le bomb went off in Iran. Very disturbing is an understatement.

I am slowly recovering from surgery. As per usual, medical staff told me to not be a martyr and take pain killers. Unlike for arthritis, painkillers do seem to work to ease the surgery wound pain. 

Skipping to the next day, another driving lesson for Phyllis, over the West Gate Bridge to Williamstown and then via the Altona ford that's been been remade, to Altona Village for coffee and then back home across the bridge. Again quite challenging driving, with the outbound bridge being quite congested, but I felt quite relaxed once back in our carpark, without an aching right brake foot. He did well but he needs to pay more attention and care at intersections and roundabouts. Or maybe he is absorbing what he sees more quickly than I do at my age. 

The new range hood will be fitted tomorrow, as I write. No driving lesson for a couple of days. I need some time alone. 

"Kosov, what is that blue thing sticking out from the loin of the robot and what is the dinosaur doing? Shame on you, Kosov. You are terrible Muriel".