I foolishly agreed to take tea with President Trump during his official visit to the UK. However, there was some question as to whether or not I would make it to our date.
My mode of transport was my mother’s old Ford Granada. I could barely reach the pedals from the high armchair-style driver’s seat. Once in position, I struggled to remember how to manouevre a car, and ended up driving on the pavement rather than the road.
If I were to reach President Trump at all, I would be very late.