Well, I failed!!!!! the driving test for the second time. Somebody call the waaaambulence. After all, it did take me a few times to get the American one right, but I'd rather not go into that story to save any pride I have left. I had some undue hesitation a few times, where I stopped and started, and stopped again, at a confusing light, and on a weird place where I was asked to pull over (I didn't even think it was legal to pull over where I was!) nevertheless, it failed the British standard of driving, which is way up there. However, as my driving instructor got out of the car she did a double take when I said, "Have a good day," which made her laugh. I suppose she doesn't get that a lot. Three times is a charm?
Share Sista Pope's adventures as she serves a mission in jolly ole' England. I (Mama Jane) will be posting excerpts from her letters. Check back often and leave some love in the comments! I'll be sure she sees it.
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