Dear Sir,

As I near my 82nd birthday, a friend very kindly went to the Transport Control Department to relicense my car.

His efforts were futile, even although he was armed with the completed pass form, a letter that I could no longer drive from my doctor — a licensed practitioner — and the means to pay.

He was told that he needed a letter signed by me that I could no longer drive and a certificate to show that the insurance had been paid. My insurer assured me that they always forward certificates to TCD when payment is made.

I found consolation in these lines from W.S. Gilbert:

“Oh, don’t the days seem lank and long

When all goes right and nothing goes wrong?

And isn’t your life extremely flat

With nothing whatever to grumble at”

ROGER SNAPE

Pembroke