Yes as the title suggests I passed my driving test two weeks ago, I confess it was my second attempt but I was reassured it would make me a better. Admittedly it was my Mum and she continues to say that someday I will be famous, she also thinks that I've taken O-levels so I doubt her views have a validation! The forces of the Universe-if they exist, were really against me.
- The reason I failed the first time was because there was a third fat man in the back of the car, he wasn't a free loader, but simply assessing my examiner. That man was my examiner this time, I couldn't keep a straight face throughout my test because I was overcome with a burning desire to ask how his cough was, as he annoyed me in the back. (starting to sound like F1 with all these excuses now!)
- When reaching for the lever to open the boot I reckon I may have flashed him. the reason being that I was in some other realm while I took my test and I obviously didn't think to walk round to the other side, no. I reached over from the driver side and begged him not to fail me when I couldn't open the bonnet!
All this was done in vain as I have adhered to the teenage stereotype and within one month of passing test, before my full license had even arrived, I reversed into a lamp post and bent the lining of my boot. All that for nothing and now I'm carless for three days.
Don't laugh, this is my life....
