I’m afraid that you’re going to hear a lot about my driving lessons so I’ll apologise in advance.
The problem is that I hate driving with a passion. When living in the city I never had any intention of learning to drive, contrary to what I’d tell people who asked, but now I’m living in the country I have no choice. The buses are unreliable and expensive, not to mention difficult to travel on with a small child. So 7 weeks ago I got behind the wheel of a car for the first time in 5 years. Yes, this isn’t my first attempt at this.
Tonight I almost killed both my driving instructor and myself - twice. My driving instructor (I’m going to call her DI from now on) is a lovely women who never panics, which amazes me as not only am I awful, but she is about 32 weeks pregnant. How she didn’t call me all the names under the sun when she asked me to take the next right tonight, and I pulled in front of oncoming traffic is beyond me. I have no idea why I did that. I mirrored, signalled, moved my position to the right had side of my lane and turned. It’s like my brain stopped thinking in that moment.
The same thing happened again near the end of my lesson. I was turning left at a roundabout. I was in the right lane and looked to my right. I swear I didn’t register the car hurtling towards us in our lane. Thank-god for duel-control cars or they would have slammed right into my door.
The pure and simple truth is that I’ve never really had to try and learn anything before. Everything I enjoy has come pretty easy, and that’s not arrogance. There are plenty of things I’m terrible at, just about anything practical really, but I don’t have to do those, so I don’t. This is the first time it’s been imperative that I conquer a skill I have very little, if any, talent in. So it looks like it’s do or die, literally.
May God have mercy of my driving instructor - heaven knows she’ll need it.



