Driving in the Brisbane storm yesterday afternoon, around 3pm, we'd left Manly and were heading for Wynnum Plaza to try to get undercover (we had been at the Manly Boathouse post family-only goodbyes before FIL was being cremated) and of the four passengers in my car, I had three all trying to give me driving instructions. At the same time.
Not only was I trying to get off the road with rain bucketing down, windscreen wipers on highest setting, wondering if hail would start belting us and potentially fly through the rear screen and kill my family members, but three flipping backseat drivers telling me what to do.