Today was the day of Sophie's driving test, her 2nd one. She had an early lesson and then I dropped her off at the driving school. I returned home and was so nervous, time ticked on and I didn't hear, but for some reason I felt that was a postive thing. Once I got a text she passed, I rang her and screamed down the phone, she wasn't over excited because her instructor was driving home, and she probably felt a bit embarrassed, but I was so excited for her. I took her and her boyfriend out for lunch to celebrate, and took the ritual photo of her tearing up her L plates!!. Then it was handed over to her, she drove around the block and then down to her dancing school, where she is going tonight and then took her boyfriend home. I'm pushing her a bit, to gain confidence. She got back to the car after midnight tonight, and I was worried that she wouldn't be able to demist the car as it's very cold tonight, but she managed, took a friend home and turned up home safely. Thank Goodness. Will I ever stop worrying??