We’ll I can’t rip up the L plates because they are plastic but I PASSED!
I keep getting congratulations to me and condolencses to Bernard since everyone seems to think, correctly, that he’s not too keen on me driving the car. The examiner wouldn’t give me a letter saying I could but did give me his verbal consent. The other peice of information he supplied me with was if somebody in the car behind starts beeping their horn, don’t stick your finger up at them!
The examiner, Jimmy, was really lovely and put me at my ease. The second guy out was the one I had last time and I thought if I get him again I’m not going to pass, just looking at him made me nervous and then Jimmy came out and he was lovely.
Yeah – I PASSED, I PASSED, I PASSED did I say? Now, where’s the car keys?