Taking my driving test... on Friday 13th.

I initially booked my test for Thursday 12th July but the devil had other ideas. I received an email from the DVSA telling me my test had been cancelled and moved to the next day. Great.

My examiner was a slightly rotund, grey haired, old school type of guy who didn't say a lot. Literally 10 minutes into the test I misheard an instruction and took the wrong lane approaching the roundabout, he just stared at me for a good few seconds, saying absolutely nothing. Then I realised that he said right... not left. I had to go all the way round the roundabout and join the road I was meant to be on in the first place. I wasn't sure whether or not that was a fail but I carried on trying my best not to look phased. Mr pokerface wasn't giving anything away. After that pretty substantial mishap the rest of the test went very smoothly for what felt like a 15 minute round trip back to the test centre. 15+10=25 minutes. That's literally half the test and we're already coming back to the test centre. I've failed. He's cut the test short and we've come back early. I did my reverse park into the test centre and waited for the conclusion. Mr Pokerface announced in a rather solemn voice "I'm pleased to announce you've passed". I was so shocked! He told me that I'd picked up 7 minors and handed me my certificate. He went through with my instructor where I'd picked up the faults and told me I still had bits to improve. Finally, he looked at me, smiled for the first time, and got out of the car.

Turns out Friday 13th isn't as bad as everyone thinks!