I care about my driving instructor, he’s a really nice chap. He tells me about his lovely family, his much loved daughter who fought her way back from serious illness to get married and present him with his adored grandchild. He’s a nice man and has given me lashings of confidence about my driving over the last year, confidence I never thought I’d have.

We talk about our savings, houses etc and although we’ve invested in different ways (me in houses, him in shares) we’ve both had plenty to chat about. Recently the stock market has caused both of us a fright. I’ve found myself feeling concerned for his retirement plans when I see the state of the economy, in the way I worry about my elders, my mum and dad, aunties etc.

Today I went for a lesson and I think I may have paid to give him two hours therapy. We kept laughing and trying to keep off the subject but he couldn’t help talking about money, I don’t blame him mind you. I have poured my heart out on more than one or two occassions since I started lessons with him so I guess I owe him one. Next week though I think I’ll concentrate on parallel parking.