Having grown up in a fairy tale world where every Cinderella met her prince and wicked witches burned in cauldrons of their own recipe, I remain amazed when acts of kindness are not necessarily rewarded by strains of music enjoyed along flower-strewn paths.
So it was, not too many weeks ago, when the husband had an out-of-town appointment and I offered my car for his travels.
I don’t know why I cons…
