"He'd always insist on driving my mum round. But even then my dad used to hate driving. He really was only doing it because, when they were first married, driving the car was seen as a man's job."
I smiled, and thought about my own dad's driving. "A different generation, I suppose," I said.
"Exactly, yeah. The thing was, he was a plumber, so he had to go round people's houses, you know, to fix their boilers or whatever—"