What driving licence?

While out walking with a good mate Ciara she mentioned how kind Richard my 16-year-old brother was, and how he always drove in and collected her younger sisters and all her friends from Wesley Disco in Donnybrook on a Friday night. I was a little shocked to hear this in that as far as I knew he didn’t drive and didn’t have a licence. I asked her what type of car he was driving, to be told it was a gold Mercedes… coincidentally enough the same car as my dad had.

After a long time thinking about what I should do, I asked my parents to have a chat with me at 5pm one evening later that week, when I knew Richard had after school study. Needless to say they both thought I was pregnant, which would have been the main worry about your kids at the time.

They were thrilled that they weren’t becoming grandparents but not so happy to hear about Richard’s chivalrous deeds. Let’s just say the giant hook inside the cloakroom door with all the car keys disappeared overnight, and from that day on Dad brought his car keys to bed with him religiously. Richard to this day doesn’t know I was the snitch!