LOL Naemanson, a brave man you are, I recall that fear. I taught my eldest daughter because she was so determined to drive, she managed somehow to push on, despite the invisible brake pedal on the passenger side and my feeble attempt to hide the flinches.

The lessons were further complicated one day during a session on the back hill roads here, when practising gear changes. As the engine began to lug, I held my breath and silently, mentally urged her to gear down by spasmodic body jerks, but the engine continued to lug. Finally I blurted out "For gawds sake change gears! "I can't!" she cried, and raised her hand with a disconnected stick shift held aloft.

Despite the rough beginnings, she has worked as an automobile courier at one time and also managed to navigate the Autobahn and the streets of Paris, Milan and Genoa for three weeks last summer and is probably a far better driver than either her father or I.

Having observed the joys of "driving lessons" with Mummy, my youngest daughter chose a Driving School.