After 23 lessons, I’ve reached the stage with driving that I reached with horse riding: I can get it to move, do basic steering and make it go faster. The more advanced procedures still allude me however. And also I can’t get the car to eat carrots.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve been learning to drive, belly-dance and crochet. Not at the same time, mind you. The driving thing came about because I’d said in, ooh, 2002 that I’d get around to driving one day. In July, Katherine thought six years was long enough for me to arrange my own “one [...]