I suppose the above title applies all the time, except after the inevitable finally does happen, but today I am particularly a wee bit nervous. You see, tomorrow I go on a car trip across the English countryside. And a friend is driving. And even though she's lived in London for the past 5 years, she is American, and doesn't own a car in the UK, and she pretty much only drives in the US (where, for those who are missing the jist of this, we drive on a different side of the road). Oh, and years ago she once ran herself over when she borrowed my jeep (and that's a story I'll have to tell another time). So, as I said, I am a wee bit nervous about this car trip. I'm not saying it would be better if I drove - I have a hard enough time remembering which way to look when crossing the street in London (and they even have it printed on the pavement in large letters at every crosswalk with a nice big arrow - "<- LOOK LEFT", "LOOK RIGHT->". Trouble is, I'm so busy looking down reading the pavement telling me which way to look, I'm not actually looking at the traffic).
So, in case you never hear from me again, I bid you all a fond farewell. Thanks for reading my ramblings. Hopefully it wasn't all a waste of time. And remember what Buddha said.