I’ve never really worried about passing my driving test.
You see, during my driving lesson yesterday, my instructor had a bit of a revelation.
“They’re closing the test centre at the end of this year, December 19th”.
This was not unexpected, after all, it’s been in the news. I’ve even talked about it on this blog before. However, like everything, you put it to the back of your mind, don’t you? Well, my test is booked in an awful time before this – near enough to think that I could fail, far enough away so if I do fail, then the chances of me getting in before the centre closes is small.
I’m not horrendously bad at driving, in fact I’m pretty good. But it does feel like I have to pass. If not it’s a huge expense going to Bangor or Rhyl and back to take lessons. And – to be honest – I’m not sure if I can be bothered. Both centres are a good 30 minutes away, so in effect I’d have to take two lessons instead of one.
Something I’m really not looking forward to.
So I guess all I have to do is basically make sure I’m not effected, and pass the test first time. My mum’s done it, most of my mates have done it. My only hope is now I can do it.
Wish me luck.