Friday, 21 December 2007


I have come to the conclusion that there is in fact a God, and that he/she absolutely hates me.

I was supposed to be taking my driving test today. And I quite desperately wanted to pass, though if you had asked me about it yesterday I would have told you I hated driving and would rather be fed to a demonic penguin than take my test. Well, it seems I got my wish, and not about the being fed to a penguin.

Come this morning when we went to get my paperwork for my test, the paper part of my licence is not where we put it. Nor is it anywhere else (and we near tore the house apart looking for it). There was a little bit of crying (because I care very much about losing fifty quid) and a little bit of shouting (which upset the dog) but to no avail. My licence has simply dropped off the face of the Earth. Nobody can remember having seen it since my theory test in July and we’re wondering if the lovely people at the test centre might have forgotten to give me it back. Stupid idea it coming in two parts anyway.

So I have just wasted £185 on driving lessons (money which I desperately needed) for nothing. And I’m not impressed, not least because I could have spent this week revising for my exams instead of stressing about driving. And I’m certainly not going to be able to afford a new license, more lessons and another test while I’m still at University.

I have simply come to the conclusion that I am not meant to drive (because they cancelled my test in September as well) and I’m just going to have to marry someone very rich so I can have a chauffer to drive me everywhere.

I’ll let you know how that one goes…

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