Today I wanted to write about how I failed my driving test.

I planned on writing lines of text explaining my thoughts and feelings linked to the failure and detail how the physical test made me feel as a first timer at the grand old age of 28.

In the end I decided this was futile so I write this now, just to say, I failed. It wasn’t a bad fail, I made a single error and it cost me deer. That sadly is how the driving test works in the modern age.

So I sit today in a thoughtful state, wallowing in failure and with a hint of regret, pondering when to book in for my next test.