I was absolutely dreading my driving test - I was having nightmares about it.
I thought I'd failed my test fairly early on. A lorry was blocking a narrow road (Alpine pop lorry - 30 odd years ago) I was waiting for the examiner to tell me what to do, but no instructions came. I went up the kerb and around. I thought 'That's it - fail'. I relaxed and just wanted the test to end so I could get on and rebook.
The test had started at 3.55pm in December and it got dark whilst on the test. I was the only car to arrive back at the test centre with my headlights on.
I was driving my father's car, he was sat in the test centre waiting with some other driving instructors. A driving instructor told him that I had passed because of the colour of the form the examiner was filling in. He told him that all the other people taking their tests had failed because they'd forgotten to put their lights on.
When my dad came out of the test centre I was pretending to look sad to trick him into thinking I'd failed but I didn't know that the driving instructor had told him I'd passed.
Thank goodness for automatic headlights nowadays - I'd forget to put them on all the time.
The hardest thing is to try and relax - when I first got in the car with the instructor my 'accelerator foot' was shaking so badly that I was told to get out of the car to calm down and get back in when I stopped shaking.
If it wasn't for the lorry being in the way I don't think I would have passed because I just felt my self physically relax when I thought I'd failed.
I actually enjoyed the rest of the driving test.