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Driving lesson. Was going fine - apart from touching the back kerb on the turn in the road, and getting told off for slowing down too much at a crossroads meaning I had to wait for an oncoming car I could have comfortably beaten - until we were going along the narrow road hemmed in by greenery heading towards the seafront. This road is mostly kerbless, but I found out the hard way that it has isolated bits of raised kerb, mostly hidden from view by grass. And as soon as I'd taken a bump over one of them, next up was a roundabout. Naturally I'd slowed down from the shock of the bump, and was going so slow that Peter told me to drop to first gear. I changed gears, but unwittingly went to third instead of first, so found I was going nowhere fast and instinctively revved on the gas - until a burning smell started to emanate from the car. Of course Peter told me to pull over straight away.

The worst thing was there was still three quarters of an hour to go. Actually that time was pretty painless open road driving; I was spared the parallel park by the lady whose car we were going to use getting in it and driving off. At the end Peter again blamed concentration lapses for my mistakes, and reckoned I needed to work on recovering quickly from slip-ups...