Hard to believe the weekend before we’d been out in our shirtsleeves, and the one before that I’d been away with my girlfriends, sitting in the sunshine enjoying a Harvey Wallbanger – or two! But enough about the weather…
How are you? Seems a while since I wrote to you and I have to apologise straight away to those of you who attended our recent Gems Event, particularly a young lady called Lucy whose photograph I took and promised to put it on my blog!
She was enjoying her last day of the Easter Holidays with her mum and won an aquamarine pendant, and she posed very prettily for our picture. Stupidly I hadn’t checked my battery so when my camera died I borrowed one and put my memory card in it. It wasn’t until I tried to download them that I realised not a single one had been stored! So sorry – I think that’s what my children would call a Fail!!
I’ve had a couple of days off to try and catch up on some things in and outside the house that needed doing. I also had time to take Jack out driving a couple of times. Hard to believe my youngest is now old enough to take to the road, and although I’m obviously biased, he’s not bad at all. I’ve got him another 10 lessons and then his instructor reckons he’ll be ready to take his test!
Just listening to him talking about hill starts, reversing and ‘feeding the wheel’ took me back to 1978 when I was learning to drive. I can’t remember the name of my instructor, but he wasn’t the friendliest of souls – well to me at least!.
My hour-long lesson invariably consisted of him pointing out various pubs he’d taken his latest flame to, and then houses on our route in which his previous girlfriends lived. When one is trying to concentrate on ‘mirror signal manoeuvre’, remembering which matchstick in the back window you were supposed to line up when reversing, and the difference between the brake and accelerator, the last piece of information you need to add to this already long list is your instructor's latest conquest!!
Passing my test
I think the ‘piece de resistance’ was when I was nervously trying to navigate my way down a particularly narrow road with cars parked either side, and toying with just closing my eyes and going for it, when suddenly my instructor leant across me, beeped the horn and waved at some leggy brunette he’d spotted on the pavement!
“Taught her how to drive I did,” he said somewhat smugly as I slammed on the brake and stalled the car. “Don’t reckon you’ll pass first time though,” he added. Mercifully I did, with an examiner called Mr. Flower, and as I climbed out of the shiny yellow Nissan Sunny and headed towards my instructor gripping my pass certificate he was completely oblivious, having spotted a willowy blonde sashaying towards the test centre… not sure who was most jubilant – me, him or her!
I didn’t have a car initially but saved up and my first purchase was literally a death trap! It cost £245, was a white convertible Triumph Herald, and the license plate had the letters NMY on it. 'Enemy', my Mum said, when my Dad came out for a drive with me and noting the rather strange rattling noise it made when I changed gear, took it away to be checked over. Basically a write off, but luckily for me, Dad got my money back and my next car was a VW Beetle ERD 537D.
Do you remember your first car? Or how much you paid for it?!! I’d love to hear from you and look forward to catching up on all your news.
Love Ali x x