I am of a certain age.
I don’t have a driving license.
Until the age of 41 I had never sat behind the wheel of a car.
I lived in Amsterdam for 15 years.
You don’t actually need to drive in the Netherlands seeing as the public transport network is highly developed, regular and reliable.
Driving is bad for the environment.
I moved back to Dublin.
It takes me 75 minutes each day, each way to get to work.
On the few occasions I have gotten a lift, it takes me 40 minutes.
On a weekly basis that would save me six hours.
I started lessons.
I was not very good.
Slowly I started to improve.
I am still not very good though.
My brutally cruel driving instructor Attila roared at me on a regular basis.
When he was not on a toilet break.
I am not very good at dealing with criticism.
I persisted.
Attila applied for a driving test on my behalf.
I received confirmation of the date.
It is in November.

Hell’s bells.