Well, it’s started now. We’ve opened our taxi service as Phee has a job and it’s in a spot that she has to be driven to. I dropped her off tonight and watched a very nervous young lady walk through the doors. It also caused me to remember all those late nights Dad drove from one end of Shepp to the other (in Shepp terms, a long way) to pick me up from my job at Maccas. Every now and then I could say thanks with a cold apple pie but most nights it was just ‘thanks Dad’ and off to bed.