I do very little driving these days, and as a result it is definitely getting worse. Embarrassingly worse.
To Dunster Castle today, to talk to someone about becoming a volunteer. All in hand now; just need to fill in the online application, have my two character references approved, and choose what I want to do. Several options available: room steward, driver of 'buggy' - i.e. the VW people carrier that ferries folk up the steep hill from the car park - admin, gardening, and - if by some miracle I was able to play the piano, pianist.
Then after walking the dogs down by the beautiful Gallox Bridge, where Flossie had a swim, I loaded them into the car and drove away. A hundred yards down the long drive to the castle gates, I was aware of a man yelling at the top of his voice "Stop that car!"
And realised it was my car he meant, and that my hatchback was wide open, with a wet and impeccably-behaved Flossie sitting inside, no doubt wondering why there was suddenly so much fresh air in the car. Shamefacedly, I got out, closed the rear door, avoiding eye contact with bystanders, and drove rather pinkly away.
If I do become a volunteer, perhaps I should stick to room stewarding or admin - safer than driving the 'buggy'.....