It’s hard to believe that my youngest son James is 17 today; where have the years image flown by?

Like his elder brother, we have bought him some driving lessons. It’s a very nerve wracking experience teaching your son to drive in your car which you treasure. A number of times David wouldn’t speak to me after I yanked up the handbrake in a moment of panic, and I dread re-living those anxious moments with James.

Naturally, like everything else, the cost of driving lessons has continued to rise. They are usually sold in 2 hour slots and from memory I  believe we spent £300 on a package of half a dozen lessons for David which included the cost of his theory driving test. That same amount of money now pays for just the lessons and the two tests are excluded. Lessons cost an exorbitant £25.75 per hour, but I regard them as a necessity, as another qualification they need to get under their belt before they leave home for university. As soon as his provisional licence comes through, it will be time to get those magnetic number plates stuck on the bonnet.

Poor James had an unfortunate start to his day with a Business Studies AS exam to sit at 9am. But I’m sure the rest of the day will soon improve.