Many summers ago, on a family trip to New England, I gave myself a chauffeur name: Bartholomew. For a while, my Bartholomew uniform was a bright-red cap I bought at Laird Hatters in London. As Bartholomew, I've driven my children to football matches, circus practice, and horseback-riding lessons. Bartholomew's happy, when need be, to get them to their activities, but this week he drove Luisa to something that will eventually lead to his retirement: a week-long preparation course for the driver's license theory exam, which she'll be taking tomorrow. And this evening after horseback riding, we got stuck in a one-hour traffic jam, so Bartholomew already feels ready to retire now. (Andrew Shields, #111words, 9 July 2021)
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