So after 6 months of late nights, many hours of frustration and crap weather, I passed my driving test.
Honestly don’t think I’ve ever been so nervous about something before.. (I actually went to get in on the passenger side before we set off)
The weather was HORRIFIC. Absolutely thrashing it down. My windows steamed up and I couldn’t see jack shit but *somehow*, I passed. I honestly thought after about 10 minutes, “I’ve fucked this up”
I’m really, really happy as its something I never thought I’d do and I can still remember that first lesson, in the backstreets of Battersea, ready to cry cause I couldn’t find the damn biting point!
It’s gonna be weird having my Tuesday nights back. My fat arse is getting back to the gym methinks!