|A few things...
||[Jun. 16th, 2004|08:59 am]
We had a nice weekend. I expect most people did; the weather was very accommodating in these parts. Had a very successful barbecue on Saturday where I showed some Brits what hamburgers really are. We've lived in this house for nine or ten months and that was the first time we've entertained in the garden. There were children involved. It was a mess, but it was nice.|
On Sunday we got in the car and drove to North London to see a friend in Finchley. She bought her flat and moved in around Christmas time. This was our first visit. A great two level flat with impressive views and a private roof terrace. And we got to see our cat, Egg. He lives there now. Rosie made a big deal over him but Beccy and I were mostly unmoved. We spent most of the lazy afternoon in the grounds of Kenwood House in Hampstead Heath. This, I'm told, was featured in the film Notting Hill when Julia Roberts character was filming a period drama. The house was donated to Barnet council and so is free for all to enter and use, including a collection of art for viewing. Nice. While there I took some time to study my AA book of the Highway Code, as I would be taking my driving theory test the following day. I had been studying it carefully and gradually answering all of the 894 possible questions over the past week. We drove back home around 7pm and the lack of traffic was astonishing! Of course most people were in their homes or local pubs poised to witness England throw away the football match in the last two minutes.
On Monday I took the driving theory test, which includes a multiple choice portion and a hazard perception portion where you need to click a mouse while watching video clips to show that you see a hazard forming. I have been driving for more than fifteen years. I am an American and this is one time when I'm proud to admit it. We invented the automobile. We take driving very seriously. I have ridden in cars with some fully licensed Brits fearing for my life while they tear up and down narrow winding country lanes, overtaking where it is illegal to do so. I am a very good driver. Well I failed the f**king hazard test. Apparently I didn't click enough. I clicked where I thought they wanted me to click but I ought to have been clicking almost constantly I now realize. You see, when you have been driving for many years a lot of what you do is a subconscious reaction to what you see and feel behind the wheel. That makes this sort of test hard to take. If you fail one part you fail both parts, so I'm going to have to rebook the test and pay another £20.50. And I'm probably going to have to buy the DSA CD-ROM training piece for the hazard test so I can learn how to take it. Ripoff. It's taken me two days to write about it calmly.