July 8th was the date my husband's 1 year driving licence expired. I completed all the necessary forms to, in his eyes, let him continue to drive, whilst I am praying that they refuse him a licence.
At his visit to the consultant, I did say that he had driven through red lights, turned right at a roundabout but didn't go around it, drove up the wrong lane of a dual carriageway etc. At this the consultant said he could not support his application to renew his licence. So, from early July, according to the 1988 road traffic act , when the consultant said this, we advised him to stop driving until he heard from the DVLA.
To state that he is annoyed is an understatement. However, yesterday he received a letter from Swansea stating that due to the amount of medical assessments they are having to do, it will be at least 12 weeks before a decision is made.
Today, John told me that a man from the DVLA rang him up and said he could drive, so tomorrow he is going to. This illness is horrendous at times, he is quite convinced that he took this phone call and is adamant about driving.
A couple of weeks ago I hid his keys. Lets hope he forgets this conversation tomorrow with a bit of luck, because when I drew his attention to the letter stating no decision had been made he flew into quite a rage.
Sorry to go on and on, but this driving business is really getting to me.
At his visit to the consultant, I did say that he had driven through red lights, turned right at a roundabout but didn't go around it, drove up the wrong lane of a dual carriageway etc. At this the consultant said he could not support his application to renew his licence. So, from early July, according to the 1988 road traffic act , when the consultant said this, we advised him to stop driving until he heard from the DVLA.
To state that he is annoyed is an understatement. However, yesterday he received a letter from Swansea stating that due to the amount of medical assessments they are having to do, it will be at least 12 weeks before a decision is made.
Today, John told me that a man from the DVLA rang him up and said he could drive, so tomorrow he is going to. This illness is horrendous at times, he is quite convinced that he took this phone call and is adamant about driving.
A couple of weeks ago I hid his keys. Lets hope he forgets this conversation tomorrow with a bit of luck, because when I drew his attention to the letter stating no decision had been made he flew into quite a rage.
Sorry to go on and on, but this driving business is really getting to me.