So, I blew it. This morning I failed my driving test. The crazy scheme of learning to drive over a couple of weeks ran aground. And the irony is, I actually drove really well for 95% of the test – great clutch control, awesome roundabouts, good control and preparation. But one flop of a reverse around a corner, one speedy approach on a bend (as I went to change the gears down while braking the examiner pointed out that I needed to slow down – i.e. to do what I was doing – this error would have failed me) and the cherry on top – a minor scrape on a wall as I pulled into the centre at the end (by this point my nerves were utterly scrambled, it’s a wonder I didn’t crash completely) meant it was a flunk.
I’m so bummed.
However, lots of good on the test also, and much has been learnt this summer. Next test? Late October. Bring it!