soveryjo

mmmmm. My clever social skillz knows no limits. It must be in my DNA.

Made sure to take mummy's car to the MOT yesterday. Kind, I know. It passed which means I can take it out of the garage to air it every now and again.

It is a delight, and the little car gets so happy every time it gets to run free on the roads! It loves the smell of its own rubber burning! As do I.

Anyway, I brought Antonia to keep me company. We were too early and waited for aaaaages. When there was one minute left we realised we never announced our arrival, luckily, we managed to do it just in time. Ran back to the car and our registration no appeared on the screen. I couldn't turn the key! it just WOULDN'T turn!!! panic! eventually after what seemed like a minute and a thousand attempts, it did. We drove it In and the cutest little geek mechanic did all the procedures.

It passed, we jumped back in the car to drive away. Put our seatbelts on and both simultaneously said; AAAAAWWWWW what a little cutie he was! then we realised we were sitting in a convertible, and the guy was standing just behind us.... I fired of a manic grin and drove away, only there was still a tube stuck in the car so I had to break quite abruptly. Then I drove out in the wrong direction, despite about 2o signs, advising me to please drive left. I made a 007 style u-turn and burned away in shame and delight.

The whole experience of course had to be celebrated with a nice lunch.
And ice cream.

When we got home, we mixed a few cheeky cocktails, I drank quite a few. Mainly to prohibit myself from practicing anymore driving that day. I think I did enough.

ps. I AM a great driver. I promise.