Do you know, a fortnight goes much quicker than two weeks?

And the older you get, well all that I can say to that is ’whoosh’.

If you are a regular follower of the Pullyman column you will have noticed that the weekly wind-up has been reduced from one week to two. Unforunately, this is for one simple reason.

Old age.

I looked in the mirror the other day, and thought that I was looking at someone else.

Now, I thought, that’s a bit of a worry.

So I decided to do something about it, and this is just what I did.

I gave up exercise and felt better immediately.

But then you begin to realise what you have done.

All you have really done is simply swap one problem for another.

So I sat down and made a few decisions.

If I start some ’exercises’ in July straight after Tynwald Day, that means I can enjoy the Fair Day and get fit in time to follow the General Election. Sorted.

In the meantime, I thought, let’s take another look at these cars that drive themselves. (Allegedly).

They have to be joking? Yes they are. They must be.

Cars surely cannot drive themselves?

What! You can buy them in America? And you believe that?

Tell me something else, then.

Does this concept include buses and trucks?

I would like to be a fly on the wall at Quarterbridge roundabout on the first day that these driverless cars make an appearance.

The ’sort out the Douglas Prom gang’ has been in the news again.

The latest promises include new finish dates for some of the hot spots.

In no particular order, they include areas such as Church Road Marina, Broadway and the Bottleneck.

Now whenever there is a particularly difficult project on the go, there is never a doubt that we are all multi-highway engineering experts and that there is also no doubt that we all know more than each other.

So what chance do we have? The answer is, apparently, not a lot.

The Prom job is a good example of a perfect storm.

No matter what they say or what they do, it just goes wrong.

You would expect the occasional hiccup, but Douglas Prom is suffering from chronic indigestion.

As each new section of carriage way is unveiled, it is rougher than the last.

Each new section appears to be getting worse, not better.

The walkway has gone from impossible to unusable.

At one stage in its new life, it was showing a bit of promise. Multi-lingual pram pushers chatted their way along in the sunshine.

Younger drivers of mini trikes and scooters became good friends, and all was at peace.

So what went wrong?

Why can’t someone in command give us a finish date? Surely, in one of those shiny new sheds there must be a shiny new engineer at his or hers shiny new computer who can give us a simple answer to a simple question.

How much longer is it going to take to finish the prom?

Well that’s that, I’m off for two weeks.

It’s not that we’re going away, I’m just taking things a bit easier.

This is the last month for the current House of Keys and it is also the time to wish Sir Richard and Lady Gozney a long and healthy retirement. I hope they remember that the car is ours.

They have attended several of our Parkinson’s Disease Society functions and knocked a few new holes in the local golf courses.

From us all at Parkinson’s, good bye and safe journey.

We will also be choosing a new Chief Minister and as the year goes on, who is to know.

See you all on the Fair Day.