Driving Experience

Today I will undertake a driving experience with a stranger. I am wearing my favourite stretch-tight jeans and a retro top. I'm wearing my lucky silver surf ring. And I feel calm, like a monk kneeling on a prayer rock at the top of a cliff. It's a nice feeling :)

Where did all the nerves go? Well, this morning I was packing my bag for Dublin. Laying out my pretty tops, hotpants and fabby knickers, and I started imagining all the fun I'm gonna have in Dublin this weekend. And I realised that the Driving Experience stands between me and my fun weekend. And that's all it is now...a minor sticky patch I have to get through before I can slick on the sparkle, drink down the spirits, and dance my arse off...

And thank God no-one's gonna ask me for a licence for the type of stuff I'm gonna get up to this weekend ;)