Brief summary of past few months

November:

• The cats are wonderful. So friendly and sweet, well worth the effort to drive all the way to Poland to get them.
• Thanksgivinged Stateside instead of Christmas. Just about the same as Christmas, only with cheaper airfare - great northeast runaround, family, friends, food. 
• NYC seemed especially lively and refreshing. Society here just doesn't seem quite as... passionate? Alive? 
• More things I'm starting to miss: 
• Flavored coffee (you're lucky to find real, not instant, coffee here. French vanilla? Hazelnut? Forget it!),
• Pizza (real pizza, as I know it! from NYC, from MA, from CT, anything! From one of the zillion italian/greek restaurants of which there were like 10 within a 5 mile radius anywhere you go, back home. Pizza here seems to be either artisan flatbread-y personal pizza made at Italian restaurants (which is ok, sure, maybe more how real Italians make it, but not "real pizza as I know it") or sketchy off-target undercooked, over-doughy, questionably seasoned "pizza" from seedy looking shops that serve kebabs, halal fried chicken, and pizza. Or there is, of course, Pizza Hut and Dominoes. But it just doesn't do it for me.)
• Fettuccine Alfredo. Apparently it's some sort of made up American thing. You're hard pressed to find any trace of Alfredo sauce over here.
• Italian bakeries. You'd think being closer to Italy there would be more Italian bakeries here. I could name you five Italian bakeries that were close to where I lived in the States. I haven't even really come across one here.

December:
Hosted Christmas for our other Londoner friends who didn't go "back home" for Christmas. Or rather I cooked up a feast the 24th for one set of friends and then the 26th for another set of friends. Took two weeks off around Christmas-New Years, had a lovely busy, fulfilling, and relaxing family time with the Hubby and Kitties.

 

What is this?...

 

 

Our pink, feathery, sparkly, Hello Kittied, spider-topped Christmas tree.

January:

• I repeat, driving here is for the rich and privileged. So, you're telling me that after all that time and effort and money and anxiety of getting my UK driving license, the cost of my car insurance is still going to go UP when I need to renew it!? By a factor of two?? To equate to almost 3x what I was paying for car insurance in the US?? Ok, fiiiine, it may have had something to do with lightly tapping the parked big white van behind me in my parking garage when backing out one sleep-deprived morning. (way back almost a year ago). There were two guys in the car. No damage to my car, a dent across the back van doors on theirs. They made like they were all understanding, saying they wouldn't even bother reporting it, but it's a company car so they have to, the important thing is that everybody's ok. Next thing I know I get a letter saying they've filed a whiplash claim. Because, of course, people here are sooo frail and filing whiplash claims is a national pastime. As soon as someone even reports an accident, they get nasty buggers, solicitors, calling them up, encouraging them to file whiplash claims. It's a horrendous game in this country. And everyone's insurance suffers from it. And the sick part is that they won, they were paid out for personal injury. Because my car, of about 1/3 of the mass of their car, traveling approximately two car widths, going from parked to <5 mph *tapped* theirs and hurt the two builder oafs inside. (And you can bet I reported a detailed analysis of the incident as only a logical engineer can.) There is no logic nor common sense in this country!!! (If there was, you wouldn't find cleaning ladies at work polishing the floor, by the entryway, right at the time most people are leaving work! The ladies have to stop the machine, employees walk around it, over the power cord...). It all makes a person stop wanting to even try to be decent when the lowlifes win.

•  Healthcare here is also a joke. Oh boy, free healthcare? Well, you get what you pay for. Calling up to make a doctors appointment is literally like trying to call into a radio station to win concert tickets. You can only really make an appointment a certain number of days in advance. "You want a Friday appointment? Ok, then, you'll have to call the office on Tuesday morning when we open at 8:30am to make an appointment because that's when we'll have the Friday appointments open for booking.". Which of course means you call and the line is busy busy busy with the other contestants, I mean patients, also trying to call in and book the ideal late appointments. And then you have to settle for a not so late appointment. Which means having to leave even earlier from work because of course you're assigned to this particular zone of doctors in your "catchment area" based on where you live, even though you live a good 30-40 minute drive away from where you work, and it would be much easier to get a doctor near work to just pop out to be able to see, but noo. There is no love for productive people who actually work full time 9-5 jobs for a living. And like I've said, there is no common sense here. 

• Apparently I've developed high blood pressure. Well, maybe it was a fluke, maybe that's what I get for going in right after trying to get quotes for car insurance. Though I went again after that and still had a high reading. Doctors nerves? Don't know. Most likely it's that this country is so darn maddening, it's making me mental!! (though it's all still worth it, really...)

February...

Where to even start? Haikus are good! Pictures are good!

From back in October...

 

Two cats, two days, and

Eighteen hours of driving

 How naive were we!

First two hours "MEOW!"

Impromptu Wrocław vet stop

Sedatives for cats!

 

Day one down. Break time.

Overnight in Germany.

 Kitties halfway home.

 

Eurotunnel time

Let the Kitties roam the car

Cats still dopey eyed

 

Happier up here

Than trapped in the carrier

They've forgiven us

Welcome home, Kitties!

The cats have EU passports

Journey worthwhile

Year in Review - Meowloween!

Wow, a year ago today I was off to the airport with my heaps of belongings to start my new life. What a wonderful year it has been. For all of my ranting over here, it really is great. Though I haven't even kept up with all of the updates that I intended to make of the highlights of my year. Well, in any case, the most exciting news as of late - CATS!

Hubby and I just fell in love with the two kitties-in-law last time we visited family over in Poland. And it just so happened to work out best for the family if we adopted the dear kitties. So... ok! Don't have to ask us twice! We've been just dying for cats in our lives anyway. We learned that fearful, paranoid UK doesn't actually allow animals to come on airplanes as passengers/carry-on luggage into the country, they have to be checked as cargo, in with the luggage for the journey. After seeing our share of how the monkey oaf baggage handlers handle luggage, plus paranoia of something malfunctioning or going wrong with that part of the plane, it just seemed sad and not fair to shove dear kitties into dark, cold, lonely isolation, under the plane. So, driving seemed like the best choice. 

It just so happened that we were planning to drive to Germany for a concert in Oberhausen (western Germany), on October 26th, anyway. Because we can. Because it's easy and awesome to just drive on through Europe, country after country. (I'm still overdue to post pictures and stories from our first Euro road trip back in June...). So it seemed like a good time and opportunity to drive on through and get these two darling kitties who on the last visit sold themselves very well on the prospects of being adopted by us.

What does it take to bring kitties from the EU into the UK? It's not as bad as it once was (months of quarantine? aww, poor souls). The kitties simply need to be microchipped, given rabies vaccinations 21 days before entering the UK (already taken care of for us), and get pet passports (which vets can issue when you go in for the microchip/vaccination process). Toss them into your car, get them checked out in France by the animal control crew before you drive through the tunnel, and apparently you're good to go. 

Tomorrow we begin our drive back, stopping overnight, after about 9 hours of driving, in Dortmund, Germany. Then Friday we will see how easy imMEOWgration in fact is. And then begin our new fulfilling life with our expanded feline family! Photos of our new lovelies below.

Coca. I look forward to waking up to this in my face all the time. My little buddy, always following me around, hopping in my lap, sleeping on top of me.

Cola. The "cheeky" one - playful, table-thief, and a sucker for a good chin scratching.

Yes, their names are Coca and Cola. No, we did not choose these names, and yes, they very well may end up renamed once we get to know them better and decide on more appropriate and clever names for them.

Also, Hubby and I, and all the black that we both wear on a regular basis, have resigned ourselves to the fact that life will never be the same and we may as well get used to fighting the good cat hair fight, equipped with sticky rollers, tape, vacuums and what have you.

Overall Damage

Now, what was the overall damage for the "privilege" to drive here? For being granted the ability to do what I've *already been doing* all this time??

Provisional license: £50
License photos: £5
Theory Test: £31
Downloaded test routes: £6
Lessons: £20/hour x 6: £120
Practical Test 1: £62
Instructor's car for test and hour pre-test lesson: £60
Last minute test booking: £30
Practical Test 2: £62
Instructor's car for test 2: £60
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Grand Total: £486

What a racket. This is actually the first time I've totaled it all. Ouch.

Not counting the extra gas I used spending hours driving around the test center in my own car, or the cost to mail my passport securely in for the license application.

The Test... Take Two...

After failing the first test, as soon as I got in front of a computer I immediately checked for available openings for when I could take the test again. There are six text centers in my general area. And when checking on September 19th, the earliest I could find an opening was one center with an October 30th slot. Otherwise if I wanted to test where I had tested and had been practicing around, there were no openings until mid-November. Seeing as how my US license is no good after October 31, that simply would not do. I took the October 30th booking, thinking I could always look for cancellations, as people reportedly do, and change my appointment to one earlier.

But desperate times call for desperate measures. I found myself looking at the poorly made website of this sketchy seeming service. http://www.shortnoticetests.com/ Pay them £30 and they find a short notice driving test for you at the center of your choice. The testimonials on the website sounded good to me. (Yeah, they very well could be fake, I don't know!) I was naive and desperate, time was running out. I called them to make sure I understood what I needed to do and to see if they sounded legit. A helpful guy with an English accent answered the phone. He asked me what test center I needed, I told him, and he says "Ok, let me see what we have here.... looking at it, I would say that we would be able to find you an appointment within the first week or two of October. It may take up to 7 working days, so while you're sitting at home, relaxing, reading the paper, drinking some tea, we'll be working for you, to get you a test date set up." Fine, I'll buy it. I went back to the website, filled out my information, submitted payment info, got confirmation of the transaction on Paypal, but no confirmation that this service was actually in the process of doing anything for me. And I waited. And two business days later, sure enough I got an email like one gets from the DVLA when you book or change a driving test, confirming my new driving test date of October 3rd, at the test center I had wanted. I still have no idea how these magical people do it. Is it fair? Probably not. Seems as shady as ticket scalpers. But whatever, I will certainly take it. I was already feeling much better, knowing I had a chance, knowing I could even probably have one more chance after this, using the service again if need be before October 31. I was still immensely stressed, but feeling slightly better.

October 3rd arrived. I was just as stressed and freaked out this time around as I was the previous time. Sure, I knew what to expect, but then again, what if my new examiner was even stricter, what if they criticize me for things the first guy didn't. It all still seemed so matter of opinion. And by this time it had been two weeks with no lessons to get used to my instructor's car again. So I had a last minute lesson with him in the hour before the test. Reverse into a parking space? Couldn't quite get it to a confident level. Parallel parking? Ok, I guess. The main thing I had to keep in mind, though, was simply *pay the heck attention*!!

At least this time the test was at noon, I got a good night's sleep before hand, and didn't overdo it on the coffee. I wait anxiously with my instructor in the waiting room, along with two or three other instructor+student driving pairs. And the examiners are released. They come into the waiting room, identify their assigned victims. This time they were wearing high visibility vests. Oh, for Pete's sake. (The country's love affair with "high viz vests" being another thing I thought Dear Hubby was simply mocking until I moved here and saw how true it was. Even *dogs* here wear high viz vests.) A small, older woman with short gray hair does her best at trying to pronounce my last name and looks around. I wave, and my instructor nervously says to her "Haha, yeah, close enough". I sign the form, and out the door we go. She seems ok, I guess. As we're walking to the car she asks me about my unusual name, I explain the ethnic origins. Already more chitchat than with the previous examiner. She asks me my two "show me/tell me" questions, seems friendly and reasonably warm enough. Ok, this might work out. She tells me we'll do the maneuver first, get that out of the way. Which is reversing into a parking space in the parking lot at the center. I manage to do it ok. Whew, part one down. We drive off, she tells me to take a left at the end of the street. I signal right (ok, so sometimes I *still* get my right and left confused... minor detail... well maybe more of a major detail... especially for things like a driving test!). She tells me "I said take a left". Right. Stomach gets butterfly-y and I correct myself, signaling left.

We drive some more, and we're making some little chit-chat. I don't even know how we got to that point, but next thing I know, she's saying, "I love America! I've been to all of the states except for Maine and Texas!". I am very pleased to hear this, thinking 'Yess! She's on my side! I might stand a chance with this one!'. She mentions being especially fond of New York. And I take this and just run with it, building the rapport, bonding over how much we both love NYC, bonding over our mutual love of travel, in general, sharing some NYC touristy tips with her, asking her all about her travels. Now I'm not always good at smalltalk and acting interested, but I knew my life pretty much depended on it! Independent driving segment (totally ok this time), some more chitchat, and next thing I know we're back at the test center. She tells me to park and turn off the engine, which I do. She scribbles some stuff on her scoresheet. I both want to look and don't want to look. "Congratulations, you've passed". I am filled with a HUGE flood of relief, my life can go back to normal! All of these other things I've been wanting to do and look forward to and plan, I can now, with a clear conscience. I no longer have to worry about when I will pass my UK driving test, or whether my car will turn into a pumpkin after Halloween. Kitty Mobile can stay on the road!!! I excitedly thank her, and she reviews with me the two minor mistakes I made (failure to look in some direction at some junction, and not letting the car coming towards me go first on one of those lousy "two way streets" with parked cars everywhere, making people take turns in the one usable car width) and gives me some silly little booklet that passers get, I guess, mainly geared for teens, about "your first car", "how to get insurance", "more safe driving tips", etc. She takes my provisional license and says she will fill out and submit the form for me to get my real UK driving license. She hands me my pass certificate, saying that it now grants me rights to drive independently (you know, like I have been all along ;P). We wish eachother well on our travels, I tell her I hope her trip to NYC works out next year (she was concerned with all of the political stuff going on. I reassured her about it, though). My instructor, who was there waiting in the parking lot congratulates me. I let him take over the driving, say farewell to my nice friendly like-minded America loving examiner and drive back home with my instructor. GO TEAM USA!

My instructor then asks me "So how was it? How was she?". I tell him about how nice she seemed, how we chitchatted, how she was pro-America, which put me at ease. We talked about travel, NYC. I tell him it was a fine old time! He then tells me, "Wow, when I saw that you got her, I was worried for you! That's the headmaster of all of the examiners at this center. She's known to be strict and stern and most of my students have complained about her or been intimidated by her! You must've caught her on a good day. I tried joking around with her when she was saying your name, I think I got a smile out of her. But she's usually not like that. I don't always agree with her ways. And she can be quick to use the brake on her side when she thinks a driver isn't braking in time [examiner braking for you = you fail the test]." He was very surprised but happy for me when he heard about my experience with her.

Well, you just never know, do you?

I'm just glad I can go back and laugh at it all now. That challenge over! Living here seriously is like a series of challenges to overcome and problems to solve.

The Test

The test was upon us. Well, upon me. It was either pass this one, or spend my days desperately refreshing the DVLA test booking page, hoping someone cancels and opens up a spot I find and can book. Because by September 19, the odds of finding another test before Halloween were not very good. My instructor said that another student of his paid some service to find a booking for him, but it sounded kind of shady. Plus it seemed like too much coordination, with them contacting you, you contacting the instructor to make sure he's free, you giving random people personal details... Worst, worst case scenario I would simply have to make the long journey to work after October 31 by train then bus. Which isn't impossible, I did know someone who did it. But it sounded like a huge inconvenience, the busses were flaky and unreliable as busses generally are, she'd always be concerned about leaving work at the right time to catch the bus, and furthermore, it's becoming icky, dark, cold, wet season. (Those whole two weeks of cute warm-ish weather that the Brits think is "summer" have long gone...)

I woke up painfully early for my 7:30 am driving practice with my instructor before my 8:30 am test. After having a night full of waking up, head racing with anxiety ridden thoughts, and not being able to go back to sleep for a while after. I was all nervy and twitchy, there was no denying it. Or was it the too big scoop of instant coffee I made for myself, that I don't usually make, but didn't feel like making real coffee like I do at work. I had done these superstitious rituals, wore superstitious "lucky" things, even asked my dear departed Dad to help me out with this (I failed twice in the US before I spent a bunch of time driving with him and he took me for my test and I passed). I was sure welcome to divine intervention.

My instructor and I drove around, I got the reverse park and parallel park down to a level that I was satisfied enough with. We peeked under the hood of the car once more to review things. See, on the test here, they ask two "show me/tell me" questions - asking you things like how to check oil, coolant, how to switch on your high beams, or as they say here "change from dipped to main headlights"... so much different terminology. My instructor laughed when I used the phrase "rear defogger" - he hadn't really heard that before, here it's "demister". And "passing" is "overtaking" (which almost kind of goes along with ways of thinking over here. "Passing" sounds like just a natural, necessary thing to do, as it is regarded in the US. "Overtaking" almost sounds more mean and aggressive and negative.). Also along such silly lines, speed bumps and other bizarre inconvenient ways they mess up the road to make you slow down are simply called "traffic calming measures". How gentle. How wimpy.

So we go to the test center, wait, anxious, anxious, anxious. The examiners all come out together and each go to their assigned victim in the waiting room. I got some guy whose personality I couldn't really get much of a sense of. But he kind of mumbled. I had to ask him a couple times to repeat himself. Fortunately it wasn't at any point critical to driving. He just asked me maybe a couple small talk questions during the exam.The exam started off kind of awkwardly as I ended up on the same test route as another driver in front of me, going for their exam. And they were pretty awkward at it. So being stuck behind them for a good stretch of time made me drive less naturally and comfortably. I eventually managed to pass, I mean "overtake", them after we'd both pulled over and I was informed that I was going to begin my "independent driving" portion of the exam.

Now this part I hadn't been too worried about. The examiner will either tell you to follow signs for this town or that landmark and you just drive along, without the examiner telling you exactly which turns to take. Or they tell you a set of directions, showing you a diagram of it, and expect you to be a human GPS ("SatNav") and follow the directions. Fortunately, they can't fail you for taking a wrong turn, so long as you still execute your journey in a safe and sensible manner. The examiner shows me a diagram of a thick black line going straight, then to the right, then a quarter-circle path, indicating a roundabout that I should take the first left out of, and then another line straight up from that, with three streets coming off of the left. The examiner tells me, "Go to the end of this street, take a right, take your first left at the roundabout, and then take your third left." Ok, I thought, simple enough. I can do that. I am told, "Move off when you are ready". I do the move off ritual of putting the car in drive, check my left mirror, check my center mirror, check my right mirror, check over my right shoulder, signal, release the parking brake, and move off. I drive off, calmly thinking "Right at the end of the street, yup...", and then in front of me I see this:

What. the. heck. is. that. ??

 This is what the junction looks like on Google maps (I was coming towards it from point A):

At first, I asked the examiner if I'm supposed to turn right at that "cross piece of the A shaped roads" and he told me "No, at the end". Ok... um... make sense of this fast, make sense of this fast. I got to the "top of the A", beared left, and then moved my car over to the right hand side of that piece of road, put on my right blinker, look down the street, and see all cars coming towards me. Ohhhh.... Ooops... I got flustered, there were other cars on the left of me at this point, trying to sneak by awkward me, blocking up the road. I eventually figured out that I was supposed to go up the left hand side of the U-shaped road segment, got to the very very end of the mess of roads, and made my right turn.

I continued on, having no idea how I was doing. I'd done ok with the "Emergency stop" (The examiner takes you to an empty road and has you drive and when he says stop, you're supposed to slam on the brakes without skidding or setting off the thudding antilock braking system. Then parking brake, put car in neutral, and when you're given the go-ahead, put your car in drive, check your left, center, and right mirror, parking brake down, and move off.), but I did do some of the motions out of sequence for some of the pull over/move off procedures. It was so nerve racking having the examiner sitting there and hearing and seeing him make little scratchings on his scoring sheet. They only mark stuff down that you've done wrong. If you get more than 15 "minor faults" or one "major fault" then you fail. But unfortunately what constitutes a fault is not very quantifiable and seems subject to opinion.

We drove back to the test center, he had me perform the "reverse into a parking spot" maneuver in the parking lot there, which went reasonably ok. And then I was told to turn off the car. And the test was done. He scribbles away on his score sheet, I really have zero idea what to expect, and he tells me "I'm sorry, but you did not pass." My stomach drops. It was because of the junction. The stupid, evil, horribly constructed junction. My fault was "failure to observe traffic signs/signals". And ok, I did have one other little incident where three lanes suddenly merge into two, one of which was blocked by a bus, and I didn't see the car behind me in the lane I was merging into, nor did I signal. "Failure to check mirrors", Major Fault 2. He tells me "Well, I wish you luck in your future endeavors. Goodbye.". Yeah. Gee. Thanks. My instructor then got in the car, drove me back home, and I am just fuming and stressing. Really not wanting to take public transit to work. And time was running out.

Lesson Time!

So, I had called around to a few different driving schools, getting quotes, finding out availabilities. It's not like in the States where, as I recall, you have to have a certain number of hours of classroom and road training for drivers ed before you can get your license. Here lessons seem more optional. But you're sure gonna need them! A driving school set me up with their automatic guy, and learning time began. By this time, I had already booked my road test at one of the few test centers in the area for September 20th. Yet again, time slots were scarce, and this was one of the earliest I could find. Otherwise I was looking at early into October. Yikes! My license turns into a pumpkin by Halloween, that's cutting it close. And another thing about "convenience" here. In the unlikely event that something IS actually "convenient" - you're penalized for it. The driving test normally costs £62. Unless you want to take it at a time that would be convenient for most normal, working people, on nights or weekends. Then the driving test costs £75. Well, "lucky" for me, I couldn't even find a night or weekend test any time soon, so no worries there. My test was scheduled for 3pm, so only having to work until 1pm on a Friday this worked out well, and I wouldn't even have to take time off from work.

My instructor was a nice fellow in a much abused but decent car (using his own personal car for all of his lessons... poor guy...). I was just grateful that it was responsive and functional enough. I rented a car for work once here, some *diesel* thing that sounded like a tractor and made me fear for my life every time I entered a roundabout because it just wouldn't accelerate. I don't get the diesel thing here. So I was afraid of having lessons in similar, but fortunately not. My instructor also convinced me not to take the test on my own, with my own car, but to use his and have him accompany me. I'd heard mixed reviews both ways, but I took his advice, already starting to question myself and if I really wanted to show up for my driving test in my Hello Kitty mobile. (Not that I'm not otherwise immensely proud and thrilled with it!).

So the lessons go, week after week, the price was fair, I didn't mind. I wanted as much help as I could get, starting to get a grasp on just how horrendous this UK driving test is. Reading all sorts of horror stories online. Looking at the statistics. The average passing rate in for the driving test in the UK is somewhere around 45%. Where I tested, it was 34% for females. I could drive. That was a simple fact. But the lessons weren't so much to learn how to drive, but to learn how to pass the test. As part of the test you have to do one of four maneuvers, either parallel park, reverse into a parking space, reverse around a corner, or three point turn. My biggest problem was the parallel parking. Sure, of course I've wiggled my way into many an impossible parking spot in Boston, NYC. Sometimes successful, sometimes with several sad, awkward passes back and forth, but sure, technically I can parallel park. But nope, this is all about the "performance". Master the right choreography. Hit the curb and fail. The instructor asked to see my parallel parking skills, so I showed him. Not particularly elegantly, but I got right behind the car he asked me to park behind. And then he informs me I'm too close to the car. What? I put the car back in the original position and then he leads me through how I "should" park. Reverse... a gradual angle.... straighten... handbrake, put the car in park. (Another thing that fully messed with my head. The parking brake is always the first thing I release when going or the last thing I engage when stopping. But here you're supposed to shift into park or reverse first, look all around, and *then* release the parking brake just before you take off. And when you stop, it's the first thing you engage. Weird.). So the car was positioned in the result of a test-standard successful parallel park. Which was about one car length behind the car in front of me, and no car behind me. Where would I ever use that!?!? That's not "parallel parking"! If I encountered this on the street and needed to park, I would simply pull up straight, behind the car in front of me! I'm spending all this time and anxiety learning this, why? Again, no logic here. But I learned that choreographed routine, complete with mirror checks and all. Learned how to reverse into a parking space - and it would be easier if there were cars on either side, it would give you a better target, but no, you have to reverse down a row of empty parking spaces, perpendicular to your car, and swing cleanly and straightly into one. Why?? What's wrong with driving straight into a parking space!?

And mirrors. Mirrors mirrors mirrors mirrors, it's ALL about the mirrors. That's what everyone had told me, and that's what seems true. You need to be ON your mirrors, OCD with them, checking all the time, as if someone's following you. Before you slow down - check mirror, before you speed up - check mirror, before you go any which way - check your mirror, before you signal - check your mirror. This I had a hard time with. So ok, sorry I just rear ended you/ran into your kid, I was too busy checking my mirror to make sure there were no cars too close and it was safe to brake before I was able to actually brake. After several lessons, I eventually was broken into the habit. Even the instructor, himself, had no good reason why I needed to take the test and Canadians didn't. "We just don't like Americans?", he offered up. (Joking, of course). And even the instructor himself said "Yes, many of these rules are dumb. Yes, many of these things you don't really do and will never use again. But it's just simply what you have to do for the test, I'm afraid.". He also said "Clearly you can drive, you do ok here, you've been driving to work all this time, but it's all about putting on a show for the examiners." Wouldn't it be more logical and fair and accurate if the instructor was simply to assess that you were fit for driving? All this time spent with them, seeing your real, every day, average driving, VS this one 40 minute performance that you have to execute once, impeccably.

My instructor also advised me to switch my test to a different center, closer to my house, where we could practice in the area more easily. As the test drew closer, I would spend some time driving around that area after work from time to time. I even went so far as to purchase test routes online that I could download for my Garmin. Unfortunately they never worked. I contacted the company and finally got a minimally helpful customer service response of telling me to look at the instructions on the Garmin website to perform what I already had, to try to load the routes onto my Garmin. I still drove around the area, and by test time, I figured I was as ready as I was ever going to be. I also felt like it was partly up to luck and the mood of the examiner and if I looked in the mirror 9 instead of 10 times, I could fail.

And my instructor did kind of raise my fears a little by asking me "What happens if you fail? Have you thought about what you will do?", pointing out that my US license was to become invalid awfully soon, and pointing out how close I cut it. I explained to him that I was just following the rules, waiting until 6 months before I got my provisional license here. He asks me "Huh? Is that some new rule?". I explain to him that you have to wait 6 months after moving here before you can apply for a provisional license. We were both a bit confused and unsure of which of us knew what they were talking about. I later investigated it online, on my expat message boards, other sources. And lo and behold it IS some vague, wishy washy suggestion that you wait the 6 months, and I am certain somewhere that it states you have to live in the UK for 180 days of the year, and when you fill out the application online it does ask when you moved to the UK. But darn it, I then see other expats saying that they applied and got their provisional license "straight away", by just going and applying on the assumption that yes, they do *plan* to live here for 180 days or more and that is good enough. And had I only known that, I wouldn't have ended up taking the test weeks from my US license being due to expire. But hindsight, what can you do? And lousy vague UK wishy-washy rules. Like when I asked the UK Border Guards at the airport which immigration line I should go in and was told "Eh, it depends, it's a matter of opinion". Gee, so would they be so lackadaisical about when my license expires and when I actually immigrated here? ;)

And to answer one question that even I had - yes, I have many passport stamps into the country after all my travels, how would they know which is which and which stamp I officially "settled" here on? Answer: they stamp the first "settling" stamp directly over your visa that is stuck in your passport. Doh.