The UK's Digital Driving Licence
I am an idiot. I am a Grade A+, certified, undeniable plonker. The man in the hire car office looked at me with barely concealed contempt. Fair, really. He'd asked for my Driver's Licence and I'd collapsed to my knees at the sudden realisation that the slim plastic card was 1,700 miles away from the Canary Islands. "I am sorry sir, but there is really nothing I can do." My wife was hobbling around on crutches due to a sprained ankle and we were staying in a villa literally off the beaten…
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