It was Easter Sunday 2 years ago when I passed my driving test.
Of course, it wasn’t Easter Sunday back then. It wasn’t a Sunday at all. It was a Thursday.
And in those days, one could do things like take driving tests.
It was a different time, full of the outdoors and high-fives.
Because driving without essential cause is frowned upon, I didn’t.
No glorious road trip to someplace great.
Not even a BBQ to fill an afternoon.
In lieu of true bank holiday spirit, I sat on my arse, looked up recipes, and tried not to kill Shaun.
I also lost at cards.