Learning to drive: Episode II of adulthood

So there you are in bed on a Saturday morning. It happens to be your birthday week (which like everything else has grown from a day to a week - SUPERSIZE ME!). Your canny husband announces that the suprise he has been planning for your birthday will be here to pick you up at nine o'clock sharp...it is a Mini Cooper (standard no less) and you are about to be whisked away for your first driving lesson.

Now about a year ago I toddled off to the DVLA (another acronym that is too long - so "where you get the licenses" will do) to sort out a learners permit. The fun thing that happens in the UK when you are a learner driver is that you have a big red L on your car as you drive around on your provisional license (that is driving only when accompanied by a fully licensed driver). The even better element of my lessons is that the car itself is like a big L - it is red with white checks down the side and has a black roof...so pretty much noticeable.

The Other Side of the Road:

You may ask yourself - why is it that this woman had a provisional license from a year ago and never had a lesson until her kind husband sorted them out for her? Well it might have something to do with the fact that I had dreams of driving into on- coming trafic (which I did on my mountain bike) at high speed. I guess luckily, the years of practice walking and looking left and then right and driving my bike on the "wrong" side of the road have in no way affected my ability to maintain the correct driving lane in the UK - luckily I have fear to sort me out there!

Having now had two lessons I am feeling rather pleased with myself...but still warn anyone visiting my region to keep off the sidewalks!