Today is Wednesday 26th August

And the weather is
The new forecast site states there is no rain due in our area until 3 am tomorrow, so the washing is out on the line.

I woke up this morning thinking about old work colleagues, in particular five of us due to sit our driving tests all in the same week in February 1978.
I used to have my lessons in my lunch hour 3 times a week, the driving school being a five minute walk away and lessons were only £2.20 then. We would sometimes drive home, I’d see to the dog, and then come back as it was a good route with roundabouts, traffic lights, one way systems, hairpin bends and hills so good experience.

Our tests were all on different days, mine being mid week.
The first two failed under The Major, an examiner who had a reputation as being a hard nut, enough to make a would be passee nervous before getting in the car, let alone behind the wheel.
My test was one of the more horrible routes, and didn’t start well as I pulled away without looking over my shoulder. I had checked my mirrors though. We pulled up at a junction where a bus was at the bus stop on the corner and started to roll back. The Major hit the brake before I did, so that was it. Automatic fail as he’d taken control.
I carried on, my three point turn one of my best and reversing round a corner was actually going uphill. I started my manoeuvre, stopped, put the car in first gear (manual/stick shift), and returned to my starting position. He sighed, but I continued to wait. Then the milk float came round the corner. I’d seen it, he hadn’t.
I wanted to get the test over with and continued without incident. I fluffed one of my Highway Code questions, so I was surprised when he congratulated me on having passed. I was over the moon and my driving instructor said he’d had no doubt at all as he drove me back to work.
My colleagues were pleased for me, but the following two days didn’t see another pass, so of the 5 of us, I was the only one who did.
I kept quiet about it as it was my then-husband’s birthday at the weekend and I wanted to surprise him with my pass certificate. I gave my L plates to my Mum and MIL, but it didn’t register, and when we played darts the following Monday, I was about to tell the team my news when Sis suddenly stated the baby had moved.  They were all over her as they’d been when she announced it a fortnight before, so I didn’t bother.
My niece was born in September, so Sis would only have been a couple of months along and in hindsight it was probably wind because I thought you didn’t feel the first movements until about 4 months. The internet says 16 – 22 weeks. I’ve never experienced it, so I wouldn’t know first hand.
Lunch today is meat free ginger and pineapple with rice (as above) and I’ll throw in a carrot and some peppers. The sauce equates to about 6 syns as it has sugar in it so my portion will have 3.

Keep safe everyone.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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3 Responses to Today is Wednesday 26th August

  1. willowdot21 says:

    So when did you announce your triumph? I took mytest eight times before passing… Sssh! Don’t tell anyone 🤣💜☺️

    • I never did to the darts team. Sis took all the limelight with her pregnancy as it was her first and I just let it go.
      She’d passed second time, but that baby is now 42 and took 8 attempts, writing off her car less than a month after finally passing.
      Her youngest, born in 1982, passed third time, but didn’t tell anyone when she was sitting her tests, same as I hadn’t knowing I’d never hear the last of it if I failed.

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