I failed. It’s kind of strange though because I almost feel like I passed. Normally when I fail my driving test (I can say normally, that’s seven of the buggers over the past seven years) I’m a total wreck. Now I just feel pretty relaxed, I drove damn well today, often I clock up minor faults like nobodies business until it’s past sixteen, this time I didn’t.
I got ten faults.
I failed because one of those was a serious, I misjudged the speed of a Ford Mondeo when pulling out of a junction, nearly got away with it because I shoved the accelerator to the floor (realising half-way through pulling out that the car was not going as slowly as I initially thought) but he had to slow a little bit.
In anycase I’m not as down as I thought I might be (I haven’t actually spoken to my Dad yet I admit…) so will probably be doing more than just sticking my nose in to the housewarming tonight.
Right, I’m off to have lunch.
I’m sorry…but you’re further along than I am. I haven’t the first idea of how to drive. Hope to see you out tonight.
Thanks Lexie. I’m honourbound to come tonight, not sure how long I’ll be around for though.
My commiserations. I’m sure you’ll pass next time tough.