So on Monday afternoon, I wandered out of work almost three hours early, in to a gloriously sunny afternoon, baked myself half to death, worked myself up in to almost a frenzy of nerves, and passed my restricted licence test!
Then celebrated by threatening to burn it.
I haven't actually burnt it yet, I left it at a friends place and forgot completely about it.
But yay! no more Lame plate!
So proud of myself for finally accomplishing something I'd been so worried about for months. I get a pretty yellow licence again, with not long to go until I then do yet another test, for the car full this time.
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