Brawny and Flap the back seat drivers.
As I put on my seatbelt and turn the car on I hear mutterings from the backseat. (Brawny are we going very far as I have a nasty feeling something is going to happen. Relax Flap; we are in the hands of a confident driver.)With the neighbours hedge restricting my view I reverse carefully out of the driveway. (Screeching tyres Brawny, she is going to hit the cat! Flap, the cat is on the fence so I don’t think that is a possibility.) Once done I drive to the main road, (Speeding gas Brawny it’s 30 miles an hour here, what does it say on the speedometer? Flap we are only doing 28.)