I'm taking driving lessons with an actual driving instructor (as opposed to my long-suffering and ever so patient sister) and we start tomorrow. I hope to get my nerves under control. All I know is that his name is Liam, he's 50-something, and is supposed to be a drill sergeant. Good, 'cos I need it!
My test date is coming soon, and I know if I took it tomorrow I'd flunk. Each time I go out it's a little easier, but I still need loads of practice.
Let's not read too much into this, omen-wise, but I did come inches, mere inches away from running over the local parish priest last Thursday! I am visualizing success! Success!
Labels: driving lessons, vroom vroom