Not one of my normal blog posts but I just have to say something about Dem’s driving on this trip. I haven’t mentioned it at all on this blog yet, for fearing of causing any swelling to his head, but I have to admit it, he’s driven like an absolute legend. He has been behind the wheel the entire way, I did offer but he’s still in complete denial that I drive the Merc at all, choosing to believe that the petrol goes down on it’s own. But I have to admit to being very impressed. He’s driven on the wrong side as if it was the right (or left?), and put up with my sharp intakes of breath at every roundabout. In his own words he "eats Italian drivers for breakfast', I've heard this exclaimed once too often this week, but alas, it's true. He has them with coffee.
We are currently driving through the most beautiful countryside, singing along to our most listened to Spotify playlist, ‘Disney Classics’ of course, and I told him I was writing about his driving in the blog. His immediate reply was ‘Does it include the words ‘driving ninja’?” … need I say more?
I do adore this man.