Stouthearted Dad

Sarjeet thinks he holds the record for surviving multiple myocardial infarctions in a single evening without medical help.

FOR the longest time, I was the only driver in my family.

Whenever someone finds that out, he or she will invariably ask: “You mean your wife can’t drive?”

My reply always is: “Yes she can. She can drive me up the wall.”

By the way, my wife does not read my columns. I hope she never will.

My older daughter, who is now 22, has never spoken much about acquiring a driving licence.

But that is still better than my dear wife who is the most disinterested person in the world I know when it comes to driving a car.

Whilst she appreciates cars (but hates my MINI Cooper S), she never felt the need to be in control of a car. I think it is because she already derives much pleasure and satisfaction being in charge of me.

But strangely, she also allows me be to be in in charge of my motorcycles when she rides pillion. She is a very confusing person.