My name is Caroline and I have a confession to make. Until a few weeks ago I had never sat behind the wheel of a car. Well, I am BRILLIANT at dodgems, but a REAL car? No.
I moved to London when I was 17, met the OH at 19 and have lived in Central (ish) London ever since. In the early days we didn’t need a car, then we started the family and couldn’t afford a car, then we had more kids, then I focused on my career…blah bah blah.
I’ve come to realise that learning to drive is similar to having a baby. There’s never a right time but you’ll know when its necessary/you absolutely need to…
Suddenly I was 42 and still not driving. And it had become not only embarrassing, but a massive inconvenience. I am now at the age where I want to be able to pick my older kids up when they’re out late or far away (boys if you’re reading this – I am NOT going to become a taxi) – and the deciding factor was a week late last year when both of my parents had a ‘procedure’ two days apart from each other. The thought of relying on British Rail to get me up North in a hurry was terrifying. Enough.
So the first payment on my bank card for 2012 was for driving lessons. And this morning I passed my theory test.
I’m booking my test today and as much as I dreaded the lessons at the beginning – I’m now beginning to enjoy them.
Will keep you posted on my progress but for the love of car crashes please keep your fingers crossed for this old bird?!
