Thursday, 10 July 2008


Perhaps I should have started driving lessons aged 16, like my partner did. I think I'm too old for this lark.

6.45pm: Olli sets out with his driving instructor.
7.05pm: Car in front of Olli becomes stationary.
7.05pm: Olli doesn't, and tries to continue careering along at 25.
7.06pm: Olli cries girly tears of humiliation.
7.06pm: It is discovered that it's only a paint job. Olli begins to believe in miracles.
7.10pm: Olli has forgotten how to drive altogether now.
7.45pm: Olli comes home and drinks.

I just can't multitask. Why didn't I stop? I was busy!

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