This afternoon I went on a speed awareness course. I wore my glasses so as to look less like a reckless driver. I overshared as usual. I don’t suppose 20 random strangers needed to know that I make my husband sit in the back of the car due to his irritating ‘imaginary brake’ issues. Or that I had to walk to the hospital to give birth because he never learned to drive. Or that I get really angry when I let other drivers through and they don’t give you the ‘Thank You’ wave