The Duke of Edinburgh's accident yesterday does raise the question of when one should give up driving.
About 10 years ago, my father's driving was causing my siblings and I some concern. It had got to the point where we had decided that we needed to broach the subject and point out to him that maybe he was no longer safe behind the wheel, when on his 80th birthday he pre-empted us by announcing that he had decided to stop driving.
It was a relief to all of us, as it was not a discussion any of us had been looking forward to.
We're now getting to that point with my mother (82 now). In fairness, she was always a pretty dreadful driver so the difference is not so noticeable as it had been with my Pa. The Duke's accident may provide a suitable pretext to raise the subject.
My parents live right in the centre of Winchester and one of my sisters lives just around the corner, so helps them a lot. I'd happily pay a taxi account for them, but think it would be hard to get them to accept this, as they are of a generation who see riding around in taxis as an extravagance.
