Open road

I drag myself from my bed on yet another rainy morning and sigh to self. After managing to escape the madhouse last night for a new haircut, fate has to deal me another image blow with the drenched-rat-look. . It is going to be another of those days where I wish I had invested time and money into learning to drive, rather than learning to avoid it. I note the downpour outside and grab a hooded coat. (still not mastered the brolly while pushing buggy technique)

At the ripe age of twenty six I suppose I am beginning to think that if I have not done it now I probably never will. While I watch toddler boy destroy the rain cover for his pushchair I think that maybe it is not too late.

Fighting buggy to the school gates with daughter in tow battling with gale force winds, a kind driver decides to speed through a large lake-like puddle in the road. Luckily daughter avoids being drenched. I on the on the other hand now resemble flipper with hair. I slick my barnet back under my dodgy hood and vow that the time has finally come.

I must get over my fears for once and for all and face the dreaded wheel.

I spend the day surfing the net to cost up learning. For once I am confident that the man will not curse me for wanting to spend money, if it means he will no longer be my Taxi. Goodbye public transport, hello open road.

By the time he arrives home from work I have worked myself up into an excited frenzy.. Immediately I tell him of my plans, not even hesitating for breath. He is impressed at my enthusiasm.

Chuckling He just reminds me of one thing. My provisional licence is paper so I will need to renew it. This will require a photo. After four attempts for my passport picture, I still had a wonky smile. I am going to have to work harder on this one if it is going to be for life!

Guess I should get this challenge out of the way first.

Hair up or down? Straight or curly?

It’s going to be a long road…