Debbie passed by my desk and started telling me how she was getting her front drive done.
“We had to chose between redoing the bathroom and doing the drive, but we settled on the drive.”
“Ah,” I said.
“We could only fit one car on the drive at a time, and we’re a three car house these days. There’s me, my husband and now my daughter because she drives to uni, and sometimes her boyfriend’s car too. It was becoming embarrassing, all these cars in front of the house.”
“Right,”
Tracey saved me, she started talking about her in-law’s drive. It’s impossible for me to imagine that I will be like these people one day, over the hill and obsessed with fittings and decor, it’s impossible that it will happen.
Dominic has a theory about what happens to people. He says that whatever you imagine happening to you, never can, and what you’re sure is impossible happens every time. It’s a weird theory, for someone as reasonable as he is.
