Yet another good mood - these just keep on coming

Feeling absolutely fantastic right about now. Am drinking Prosecco with raspberries floating in it, and listening to a bit of old skool Fleetwood Mac, which is no doubt helping with the overall sense of well-being. Also, the weather is heavenly today, so it's all good, baby. But - I have also been thinking, I seem to be a bit more zen at the moment anyway - what can have brought all this on? Who knows? Why question it and be suspicious of my own happiness?

So - to business. French class - going well. Think I may be turning into the student everyone else hates - it isn't my fault, I am just starting to remember all the French I learned the first time around. Not that I am meaning to show off, or anything...
Driving - also going well...only 4 hours in. Switching gears appears to be something of an arcane art at the moment. No, grasshopper, you must not look upon the gearstick, one must grope blindly whilst keeping one's eyes on the road and one's other hand firmly on the steering wheel. Ok. Other no-nos: looking at your feet whilst driving, signalling before looking in the mirror, taking both hands off wheel in a panic whenever another vehicle is spied in the rear view mirror, etc. I will get there in the end. Feel very lucky because my instructor is brilliant - really laid back, and yet on my case all the time. Also, as Alice pointed out, I do not fancy him, which is apparently a bonus. Huge bonus to learning now that I am (ahem) older - I could not care less about making mistakes. Every time I cock up, I usually burst out laughing in an utterly shameless way. If other motorists can't see the massive L plates and sign on top of the car, then frankly, they shouldn't be on the road.
Bollywood dance class - will surely be spotted by talent scout any day now...

Right, off to listen to more Mac, Mamas and the Papas, Beach Boys, Bowie et al.

All shook up

Ooh - all conflicted about everything. Still in a good mood, but just a bit confused, I suppose. What do I want? What do any of us really want? OR. Or. Is it that I do really know what I want, but I am worried about the consequences? Hmmm.