I already explained yesterday how cowardly I can be about certain things. I somehow just can’t bring myself to grasp the nettle on some issues and yesterday was the second time such cowardliness has ended in tears – and I’m not sure I would mind quite so much if they weren’t, as often as not, my tears!

Anyway, the upshot is that I decided to finally grasp the nettle on another one of my ‘issues’. Although on the whole I wouldn’t say I’m like DM in many ways – I do believe that opposites attract! There is, however, one way where we are very alike indeed. We just don’t do the things we know we have to do but really don’t want to do. This is one thing that really unites us as we have to push each other to do the ‘right’ thing on many an occasion.

So, here is a self-portrait to send off with my application for a new driving licence. This has been haunting me for ages because it is a criminal offence to fail to report a change of address and I knew I needed to sort this. My licence also has another ‘problem’ in as much as it’s not been changed for about fifteen years and so in its dog-eared and tatty state it also bears my married name. Groan.

I have been putting off and putting off the dreaded day when I’ve had to deal with this for two reasons – firstly the new requirement to have a photo on your licence and I HATE having my photo taken with a passion. When I do SPs on pbase, I’m usually doing them either with my tongue firmly planted in my cheek or picking out what I think of as my ‘best bits’ (sad but true) so you’ll see lots of lush red hair and lots of big, wide, green eyes but little else if truth be told for the most part. The trouble is that these government institutions don't want glamour or fun, they want straight-down-the-line dull.....a real mugshot!

The second reason is I have to force myself to go back through stacks of paperwork and find my decree absolute so I can prove I was once a Linda Ferguson.

This morning, after a long heart-to-heart with DM last night about the debacle that has been going on in our lives, we agreed to bullet biting as the way forward and so I promised faithfully to do my driving licence.

Here is the photo – I like to think of it as ‘self-portrait of a coward’. I’m sure the DVLC won’t care one-way-or-the-other as long as it is me. Next to find that decree absolute……

Ooohhhh - I did like my pic from today last year,