On the bus coming home this afternoon I had just sat down when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned round and came face-to-face with a rather posh-looking old woman:
RPLOW: Are you…? Is it Sheila?
Me: No, Marsha
RPLOW: You’re not…oh, what was her name? She died recently, you know…
RPLOW: I thought you were someone I had meant to contact but didn’t…Sorry about that.
Me (faintly): That’s OK.
I wonder how much refresher driving lessons cost?