The clutch appears to have gone of my dog mobile. I was delighted that some friends offered to tow me to the garage, navigating the church yard gates and the town walls on the way.

I would prefer to drive than be towed. The problem it seems was that I like to be in control. I was steering of course, but nothing else. I had to trust completely the driver of the car towing my van.

It was a salutory experience. Someone had to get into the passenger seat alongside me to keep my feet from touching the brake pedal. I guess I just have a desire to be in charge. Maybe during Lent, it does me good not to be in charge, but to rely entirely on the person leading the way.