I passed my driving test this morning. After a night where Sophie was awake all night teething and probably feeling the general stress in this house.
However as there is a strike of driving examiners, I have no idea when the paperwork will be processed. The nice jolly examiner who looked like Bobo Natale (Italian version of Santa) explained rather mournfully that though I have passed, but I don't have a licence untill (probably) the strike is over.
Anyways I am feeling pretty good. That is one more thing struck off the "to do" list, and I can concentrate on the packing for real.