Not one to hang about, I got straight on the case:
I found myself a job in a local shop, a gorgeous little place which has everything you in no way need, but really really want.
I got involved with a think tank, realised I know nothing about taxes and care to know even less.
I signed up to help out at a summer school
I booked some time to see my sister in the south of France.
I realised that England clearly wasn't bothered about summer this year and so I went and booked three more weeks in the south of France.
Delightful, if chaotic, times. However, there was another, less than delightful, task to be done: learning to drive. I'd been gearing up (no pun intended. Ok, fine, it was completely intended and took me the last two paragraphs to think up) to it for over five years. That's right. I am 22 and 1/4 and I still can't drive. Suddenly mysterious phrases like clutch control and stalling made sense (sort of). It's all rather like a stressful, non contact version of bumper cars. Yet, I still can't check the feeling that I'm in a machine which with one lapse of concentration could be lethal... Eek!
When did you learn to drive? Did you enjoy it?
