Shut UP!

I am a sinner. I am a terrible passenger. The boss is my official chauffeuse. I have surrenedered my licence as Meniere's disease has taken it's toll and I now feel very unsafe behind the wheel, BUT I STILL CAN'T BITE MY TONGUE. So she got her own back and bought me a stick on steering wheel for Christmas. I'll be able to be as belligerant and noisy as I like, while she gets on with the business of getting me there. I'm officially known as Rob-Rob, her own version of satnav, or sat nag as I prefer to call it. There is always an upside. I now see much more of what is happening around me and admire many bits of scenery I would normally miss, plus leering at bonny wee bits of Totty driving impossibly recklessly has been an eye opener, never seen so many rude hand gestures. I wave back but haven't pulled so far. Well there was that cross dressing shepherd from ooooop north, but his teeth were worse than some of his sheep.