Today, Fandango has given us DETERMINED as our word prompt.
Roll back the years to 1977/78, and driving lessons.
I took my lessons in my lunch hour, actually driving home under supervision to let the dog out, so I got plenty of practice with roundabouts, hairpin bends, traffic lights and hill starts.
There were 6 of us taking our test in the same week. Mine was on the Wednesday.
The first three failed, and the examiner I had was the same guy.
I cocked it up as soon as I pulled away from the kerb, chanting in my head Mirror, Signal, Manoeuver. I forgot the mirror bit.
Determined not to let that put me off, we continued and I was doing quite well until the bus episode. The examiner hit the brakes before I did when the bus started to roll back from the bus stop as I was signalling to turn left out of the adjacent road.
That was it for me. I knew I’d failed and just wanted to get it over with.
I don’t remember much else about the route apart from reversing round a corner, and the guy had me doing it uphill.
I lined myself up, put the car into reverse and started to edge backwards. I stopped, put the car into first gear, moved back to my starting position and waited.
My examiner was not impressed, until he saw the milk float coming out of the road I was about to reverse into.
He passed me.
It was relief too as I would never have heard the last of it had I not, because my then husband had passed first time and was always nagging me about how he did it.
It’s probably one of the few things I bettered my sister at as she took two goes.
Oh, and my other two workmates failed as well.