My car is my bubble and inside itIam invisible to the outside world.
Except sadly I’m not.
So if, hypothetically, one of my digits was to get buried past the first knuckle in a nostril, like I was trying to extract a kidney stone through there, whether they like it or not the general public does have to witness this.
Similarly when I’m head back and singing my lungs out to Kenny Rogers this is also on full display. Actually I’m not sure cars are very soundproof so they probably have to listen to it as well.
And when my children get all animated and start pointing and shouting at yellow cars other motorists do genuinely look visibly alarmed.
I could be wrong about this but I think we all do it, so maybe there’s an understanding that temporary insanity reigns when you have a car journey to yourself.
So short of sticking to lonely back roads or getting the car reglazed with one-way mirrors there’s no way round this.
Maybe the best way forward is for people to just look away if they see my car coming.