Tilly had some bad news to tell me. She has had some trouble with her health lately and she had been worried about renewing her driver's licence. With her 86 years, the car is the most important thing for her.
At her age, they have to apply for the extension of the licence every year, and in preparation for that, Tilly had taken a few driving lessons. It didn't go so well and yesterday, the instructor had said that in his opinion, she shouldn't be driving. He had said that her driving had gone so much worse since then, her reactions even more slow that it would be dangerous for her to drive. She is one of the bravest persons I have known but this ... she was devastated. Shaken. Frankly, gutted.
She will, of course, make do, as usual. But still, I felt so sorry that I would have wanted to weep. Which I didn't do, as it wouldn't help.
We went to eat in Juegdschlass together, taking the dog with us. K hadn't been and as this is my favourite place and typically Letzebuergish, it was a good idea. Tilly and K got on fabulously, as well as K and Lola, the dog. We had a good meal, and the dog got all the cookies she could eat.
Later, we were sitting at Tilly's place and had some of her 50 year old moonshine. K got quite happy ... in addition to its old age, this liquor is very potent. (I just heard some suspicious noise, and yes, he's snoozing in the easy chair).
So all in all, it was a lovely day ... if it were not for Tilly's news. Dammit, this is not fair!
So sorry to hear that your friend can no longer drive. It sounds like a perfect day otherwise and what a sweet dog she has!
ReplyDeleteIt was a nice day! As for driving, her children are overjoyed, you can imagine!
ReplyDeleteYou know, Lola is a Spanish dog! Tilly got her from Spain where she drove (!!!) every year with her husband who was an invalid. She would load him and a dog (or the dogs) in her Volvo and off she would go, 2000 kilometers! They would stay for the whole summer and then drive back again. Lola came to her life at a moment she didn't have a dog. She was just a tiny mite, she crawled up her blouse, nestled under her chin and fell asleep. And the rest, as they say, is history.
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