HOLY SHIT, MAN. 

Excuse the french guys, but the situation calls for it. There’s a whole stream of swear words going through my head right now in a panicked fashion. 

I just got a call from my uncle. After the customary ‘how are you’ he said “is your mother around?” to which I replied “no” to which he replied “good”.

You know when he says that that he’s about to say something slightly big. 

And here it is. He’s found me a car. There’s just a couple of catches. 

Catch 1: It’s old. Which I don’t actually care about at all, as long as it goes and isn’t going to break down on me, I don’t care. 

Catch 2: This one is a bit bigger. It’s a manual car. I do not have a manual license, only an automatic one, which means I’d need to resit my drivers test. To do that, I’d need to properly learn how to drive a manual car. I mean, I can drive a manual car on flat roads, not on hills. I can’t do hills. I don’t have a clue how to do hills. And the area where YD is is FULL of hills. INTENSE hills. So, I need to be taught properly. 

Now, I told my mother (against my uncle’s wishes, under strict instructions that she not tell my father, which is who my uncle wanted to avoid) and she said she’s willing to pay for actual driving lessons so that I can learn how to do hills properly. Which is good. But still scary. 

SO, to summarise:

My family has found a car and is willing to buy it for me. I don’t have the right license for it so would have to take the license test again. To do that, I’d need driving lessons.

I’m also ever so slightly concerned that I’m going to get too tired, but I imagine it’ll become easy after a while. 

ALSO, HE FREAKING CHOSE TO CALL ME AT 9.30PM AND TELL ME ALL THIS. RIGHT WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO GO TO SLEEP. HOW THE HECK AM I MEANT TO SLEEP, NOW!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

I have to give him an answer either tomorrow night or wednesday night at the latest…