The time has come to remedy the situation

Buster is currently teaching me to drive. Oh, I can drive a car with an automatic transmission, but I've never learnt to drive a manual transmission. I realise that this sounds a bit mad, but there it is. Every car I've ever owned has been automatic so driving a manual has never been necessary.

But the Golf is a manual and after ten months of being chauffeured around, I decided it was time to learn. I mean, it was getting ridiculous - I'm an adult and it can't be that hard. So we had a few turns of driving around the block, then we graduated to driving to the local shops and today I drove home from visiting my mum. It's not going too badly actually. I haven't crashed or driven into the lake so I think Buster is counting his blessings.

However it is a huge pain. I mean, no sooner than you start moving in 1st, you've got to change up to 2nd. Then you can't stay in 2nd, you've got to go up to 3rd and then 4th. Oh, and then you approach a round-about so it's down all the way to 1st because some idiot on the round-about doesn't indicate where he's going. So then it's 1st, then 2nd, then 3rd etc ad nauseum. And the worst thing is that I can't eat or put my make up on anymore while driving because I am constantly having to change gear.

The hardest thing, don't laugh, is getting the damn car in the garage. For starters I worry that I'll be going too fast and I'll hit the wall at the end of the garage. Or I'll scrape the car on the side of the garage door. So I end up going too slow and stalling either half up the curb or half in the garage - or, like this afternoon, stalling it both half up the curb and then again when I was half in the garage.

While the Golf has a fairly forgiving nature, I think Buster is a bit traumatised by my gear grinding.

Another pointless story from the life of Laziest

When we first moved into our house, our next door neighbour, George, came over to introduce himself. But until now, we hadn't met his wife or his teenage kids. We often see the kids walking past but there has been some debate in our house regarding the existence of the wife. We always hear George sitting in his back garden, drinking vodka (presumably) but we've never heard the Mrs.

But, yesterday I met her for the first time. I was outside, about to take the baby to the park, when I saw her and George outside their house. I walked over and said hi to George and then said to Mrs George, "Hi, we've never met, I'm Laziest". I swear she looked me up and down and then said, "I am Lydia". Just like that (but with a Count Dracula accent) - I am Lydia.

And that was all she had to say.

Something of interest

You know, I've been really slack about posting lately. Not because I don't have anything to say - more that I don't have anything to say about anything other than Squirmy. For this, I apologise.

When I was pregnant, I swore that I would never be one of those women who have nothing to talk about except the baby. And now, here I am, with nothing to talk about except the baby. I can't help it. I open my mouth, a short opener prepared in my mind, perhaps regarding the latest change to Australia's immigration policy, when out comes "I can't believe Squirmy has learnt to pick his toys up - and he's nearly sitting up on his own - and he's rolling over from his tummy to his back" etc.

It's truly terrible.

Oh wait, I'm currently torn between watching "So you think you can dance?" or "Inspector Rex". Does that count as something of interest - maybe we could discuss the pros and the cons?

Quite Interesting

Did you know that if you eat nothing but rabbit, you will eventually die of malnutrition? Apparently, it's quite true - Stephen Fry told me.