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37 years on

Well, blimey O'Riley! I still can't get used to it - I actually passed my driving test. After 37 years and 5 attempts the examiner not only passed me (with only 5 driver faults out of the 15 you're allowed before you fail), but also said I am a 'very able driver'.

What was particularly lovely was that, seconds after I got the news, my original driving instructor Kate, who abandoned me when she became a examiner herself, walked passed the car and peered in. I was able to bound out and give her a big hug, at which point I burst into tears. Ever the drama queen!

driving - almost there

I seem to have spent most of my adult life learning to drive. Of course that's a gross exaggeration - but it is certainly 36 years since I first had a driving lesson and when I take my test in March it will be almost 25 years since I took my last one.

When I began this tranche of lessons I started a weblog about it - if you're interested you can click here to read the whole story about how come I've got to the age of 54 without driving.

Anyway - after a while I stopped using the weblog - it felt like a struggle to find something new to say - for month after month I simply plugged away at trying to start even anticipating the possibility of vaguely not minding, let alone ENJOYING the experience.