Today's been one of those weeks where you've got to laugh otherwise you wouldn't stop crying.
You know those ones?
I had my driving test at the start of the week and it went so badly its left me feeling kinda traumatised. I have loads of excuses I could use for it - there was torrential rain for a start, my car chose to mist up as soon as we set off and then proceeded to take a ridiculous amount of time to demist and then the biggy - that fact that my instructor was basically Claude from The Apprentice's evil twin who both shouted at me and quite literally huffed and puffed through out the whole test which was SO humiliating/off-putting that I ended the test early and in tears.
If I'm being totally honest with myself, I was so panicky before hand that I did the worst driving I think I've ever done and I reckon I probably would have driven just as badly even without all the above factors. But still, the whole thing ended up being something I'd just rather throw back to the deepest recesses of my mind and forget about entirely.
Anxietys a bitch isn't it?