Right, forget the moment of enlightenment I chatted about a few weeks ago, I’d be happy if the moments of mind-numbing ineptitude I’m currently experiencing stopped happening.
I’m not sure what happened, there was another enforced break due to work and home-based doom but last time that didn’t result in a lesson so bad the only way of making myself feel better was fish and chips. But after my last lesson a serious case of comfort eating was required.
Stalling, forgetfulness and the occasional moment of blind panic all contributed to the disastrous day, one that I hope to forget in the near future.
If I don’t manage to rectify the situation tonight I will be dangerously close to saying sod it and resigning myself to being one of life’s passengers.
So it looks like the light at the end of the tunnel was, in fact, some on coming traffic designed to make me panic and not a joyous epiphany-vehicle filled with highway code knowledge, a driving licence and ice cream.
Why ice cream? Because it makes me happy.
P.S. If you want to learn to drive and are Lincoln-based then message me – I have trial vouchers.
Like I said before. Rev the engine a bit and have some fun with it! You’re taking the whole thing way too seriously!
At-up girl… I crashed whilst learning and still got better… this said though I’ve not managed to pass. Enforced break now due to not having the cash to learn.
Don’t give up Flipper!!
Being a passenger is shite, you don’t get to pick the music and you have to worry about calling shotgun. No fun. Plus being able to drive will be very useful on the old job front, especially in journalism, as demonstrated here:
Editor – “Stewart, there’s a massive story breaking in the tiny mining village Little Shittingham, can you get there in 18 minutes?”
Flip – “Errrr, hang on, let me check the bus timetables…”
Editor – “Oh forget it, that ballbag with an Audi is already on his way. Can you hold the fort and take calls from nutters all day please? Ta.”
I rest my case. You can do it!