God, I remember my driving test. I was so nervous during my lessons (central and south London, mad mad traffic which terrified me. Driving round marble arch or whatever, or even worse, the dreaded south circular. gah.I regularly used to cry out "we're all gonna die!". My poor instructor
. The last few lessons were mainly spent practicing not screaming we're all gonna die when I came to a mental busy junction or tricky manoeuvre. In the test itself, I'd been going a few minuted when the examiner turned to me and said it was ok for me to start breathing again
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My biceps used to ache for about 2 days after each lesson, I used to grip the wheel so hard! I was pg with ds2, don't think the stress hormones can have done him too much good. About 5 months later, I had to move to Basel and switch. Baptism of fire, but I'm a pretty confident driver as a result I think.
I understood the oregano driving test to be seeing if you could drive through 2 cones. wow, mustn't have much traffic there! (Doh, thicky emoticon)
re kids near-drowning, it was terrifying that they ran away so fast and far and due to pushchair and dd, they were away so quiclk. but worst is, they just don't seem to get me, that it was dangerous. There was me reaching for my mobile to call the police and coastguard to retrieve their bodies. They think it was exhilarating free mad fun and I'm so old, and just mum that I don't know anything and don't know how to enjoy myself
Fine, they survived that encounter, but with that attitude they may not survive the next. bloody kids. like I said, I'll be packing 4 dog leads next time.
Due at the dentist in an hour. :(