The Lad finally passed his driving test last week and I had to deliver on my promise to give him my car. So, on Tuesday, I drove over to Sheffield to hand it over and suddenly, for the first time in in thirty or so years, I am without a car. Emasculated. I dare say at some point I will buy a new one and until then if I behave myself, the GLW will let me drive hers, but for the moment I am quite enjoying being car-free and fancy-free. Emancipated. Perhaps all the walking the awaits me might do me good because I could do with losing a pound or twenty. Certainly not emaciated.