In the flat of Ewa's friend, her friend Mirek popped in to check we were okay. He was going to give us a lift to the tram stop but his battery had died so we had to do a push start. Scarier than that, I had to drive but this was a good step to me overcoming my fear of the wrong side of the road. That’s odd that I’m petrified of driving on the right because when 19 and living in Poland I was taking driving lessons in one of those dinky fiats in snow storms with lights less effective than a Magi torch - until I fell out with the instructor who spent most of our lesson time picking up groceries, dropping the kids home from school, buying petrol and car parts. Where did my fearlessness go?