I THOUGHT I was going to have to explain the Brexit negotiations to you but, luckily, I have found an area in which I am more expert.

Not only expert, it turns out, but I am a gold medallist backseat driver! It came as a bit of a surprise, to be honest, as I didn’t even know I was vying for championship title. My husband always complains but, in his case, he is just not appreciating that I am helping him drive.

I mean, I never complain that my friend drives too fast and will avoid a straight, main road if there is a winding country road within a 100-mile radius!

I have never told a colleague who kindly offers me a ride to work that he drives too close to the car in front!

My first inkling of my expertise came when my daughter announced: “Three people died on this corner.”

“How do you know that?”

“You tell me every time we approach it – just as you tell me about every other accident spot, just after you tell me whether or not we can go through an intersection or when to indicate.”

Anyway, what steered me away from trying to tackle Brexit issues was the press release that arrived this week.

It was a survey revealing that at least 25 per cent of people in the North West cannot travel without an argument caused by backseat drivers. Twenty five per cent? I would have thought the argument rate would be 90 per cent!

Also, I do not believe the problems are caused (at least in my case) by backseat drivers. Rather, they are caused by drivers who misconstrue helpful comments as some sort of attack on their manhood!

Anyway, I looked at a list sent with the press release and that is when I realised that I have finally found something at which I excel!

But let me clarify:

Criticising the driver’s decisions behind the wheel (offering a better option).

Complaining about the speed being too fast (If he didn’t see the sign, he shouldn’t be driving).

Gasping loudly at any slight braking movement (Slight? I don’t think so).

Flinching when they feel the driver is too close to another vehicle/obstacle/wall (Because I am considerate I am hoping they will get the hint instead of me having to yell out in fear).

Complaining about the speed being too low (See driving too fast).

Saying when is a good time to leave a junction (Two pairs of eyes are better than one).

Pressing the imaginary brake (Just checking they work).

Advising on which lane the car should be in (I read in the news recently that you shouldn’t stay in the middle lane).

Insisting on giving directions (I prefer the scenic route anyway).

Waving ‘thanks’ at other drivers for letting you out (One of us has to)!

Reading out the road signs as you pass them (Again – two pairs of eyes are better than one. It’s called being helpful)!

Changing the heating levels (Advice to future generations: Ensure your body thermostats are compatible before you marry).

Holding your hands over your face (You don’t have to literally look death in the face)!

Closing your eyes frequently when someone else is driving (See above)!

Disagreeing with the Satnav (It is not always right). Anyway, my husband used to talk to the microwave and my daughter still argues with Siri. I am, therefore, entitled to point out when the Satnav is wrong – which is anytime it doesn’t agree with me.

So there we go. I have discovered I am excellent at something.

What this column does not address, however, is my pet hate. I can’t stand it when I am at the wheel and people (especially my husband) think I need their help to drive the car!