Three point turns and around and round we go.

It has become painfully obvious to me why it sucks to do your driving lessons after you have moved out of the comfort of your mummy and daddy's house; there's no new car as a reward at the end of it! I have been drooling over used mini coopers online, stating to myself that I actually can not picture myself driving any other car.

 Maybe an old beetle if I had to, but mini is the car for me. It's petite like me and fits to small spaces, is easy to maneuvor and oh so pretty to look at!

At the moment byuing one is absolutely out of the question as it takes a hell of a lot of planning and holding on to your purse with teeth and claws to make it to the end of the month with a penny in your pocket. Must get to saving mode. Tho have so many things that need paying off before a mini even gets on the list that it'll be a dream only for a very long time!

"But look how pretty..." 

Yesterdays driving lesson was about three point turns. Still don't have excellent clutch control. Think I will have to glue my heel to the floor because for some reason I am always tempted to lift my whole foot off the pedal. Every time I make a mistake I feel like taking atantrum like the baby does when things don't go her way. My instructor is brilliant tho, he is so patient and I feel comfortable with him, so that makes thing a lot easier. After having the baby I feel like I'm more able to keep my cool and not walk out off the car if I can't do something. 5 years back and I would have been running amok at anyone trying to tell me what to do I think. I haven't done anything stupid yet, as soon as I gain proper clutch control I think it'll be a breeze. The thing is tho that you don't realize, the driving is easy, it's really only the manuevoring that actually takes time to workout in your head and learn how to do. Once I get in control of that one pedal I'll be cruising with confidence! 

 

In other news, have decided to give up cheese for an experimental week long period. This will take place starting monday morning. Will probably gorge on it all weekend to try and keep myself going for a whole week without. I reckon I have lost a stone by the end of it. Bets are being taken now. A stone might be a bit of a stretch, maybe a half a stone.  I shall try my very best to stick to my guns and not have any, in any sort of way, won't even smell cheese. Well actually the little torturer inside might make me smell cheese in work, but at home there will be no cheese in sight to even tempt me.

Who knows, if it works I might have reward myself with a pair of size 6 jeans!.. there goes the no shopping plan then. Tho if we really want to rationalize this than I will probably save the money on not buying cheese! Result. Sold!

No but seriously, not trying to fit into a size 6, quite happy with a nice fitting pair of 8's.

Need to keep some meat on the bones.

Right moving on,

Heroes returned to our telly sets tonight and I missed the first episode as I was at the gym, well annoyed. The hubby is watching the second one now and I can't bring myself to watch it as half of it won't make any sense to me before I see the first one. Aargh.

Hopefully will catch a re-run tomorrow and get up-to-date and the heroes front. 

Last day off tomorrow, hopefully it'll be a nice sunny day and can get out and about with the baby.