~and when i'm done, the clock will stop~

So today was the driving test of doom. Needless to say I was SHARTING myself all the way to Larne, and when I swapped over to take the wheel I made a few ridiculous mistakes in my lesson, particularly one on a dreaded ROUNDABOUT and got very very worried...

Got into the test centre and only two other people were doing it at the same time. Lavery, the guy I had last time, didn't seem to be in. The other two being tested were boys in school uniforms. One of them (who I am now calling David because he looked like David from Coronation Street, not to be confused with my lovely boyfriend) was doing his test for the fifth time. Argh.

Then the examiners came out and the other two went on ahead. Ryan told me I had Paul Rice. My brain imploded, then exploded and then imploded again.

There followed 36 minutes (according to my test sheet) of pure TERROR. Paul Rice was really lovely to me, but I was convinced that I'd failed, if not because I almost didn't see a motorbike behind me then because I hesitated so long at a traffic light that I couldn't quite tell was for me. So I pulled into the parking bay pretty accepting of the fact that I'd failed but it was cool, I knew what I'd done and I'd just go in for it again. Except he put me out of my misery fairly quickly and told me I had in fact passed (with six minors WHAT?!!!!), because those two things I thought I'd failed on hadn't caused anyone any danger. After pointing out however that sitting with me at a junction was like watching paint dry, he nonetheless congratulated me on passing and let me go leaping back to Ryan. I'm going to miss Ryan, to be honest. How he put up with my blondeness and my occasional OMG I CAN'T DO THIS rants I shall never know. He reckons he'll save on tissues at any rate, plus he gets the pleasure of teaching Dave's brother come Friday.

As Rice was sorting out my paperwork for my new license, David (as in school uniform David) drove into the space next to me, and promptly majored for parking far too close to me so that the examiner couldn't open the door. I felt so sorry for him. If his test had gone well to that point it would have been even MORE hideous. I hope he's lucky on his sixth attempt, he looked gutted.

Tonight Dave came over and brought me beautiful roses! And bought me dessert at Springsteens, as well as a witty Passed Your Test card! He is so good to me. We went and got R plates for the Getz.

Now I just have to not crash.