...I'd have been biting my nails. But I don't, so I had to find something else to do.
What to do while she was doing the test?
- Marvel at a driving instructor who had been willing to haul himself out of bed so that he was here in time for a pre-test final lesson, at 7.30am.
- Worry about rush hour traffic at 8.50 in the morning.
- Tell myself I can't do anything about it.
- Make a card for a friend (and change it a little after the picture)
- Pick up my sock knitting and promptly drop a stitch, which goes down three rows before I can catch it. Realise I can't take knitting with a hole in it to my my first meeting of Knitting Club tonight, so manage to fill several minutes picking up the stitch.
- Put a load of washing in the machine, close the door, turn it on, walk out of the utility room, and find a t shirt lying on the floor instead of going round in the machine.
- Muse on my own driving test, and the differences between my test in a country town (to overtake the tractor? or not?) and this test in the city (keep out of the way of double decker buses).
- Unscrew the lid on my jar of Easter chocolate mini eggs, dip my hand in..
....and then, the door. I ran down the stairs, there she was, waving a pass in her hand. She's mobile! She's independent! Does that mean I never have to be in the right place at the right time ever again? Maybe. I think I'll have those chocolate mini eggs after all.