I don't mean to discourage anyone. It may go differently for you... but I failed again taking my test in Taunton. The next test available there (at least booking online) is mid JANUARY; my husband and friends all think I'm ready now... so I've booked at a different test center and signed up for a 2-hour evaluation/lesson from a new instructor. That two hours will cost me £45.50 and of course the test will cost me £58.
Just so that the price of my third test isn't a TOTAL waste, I will let you all hear why the examiner said she failed me. She wanted to see me turning to look in the blind spot over my right shoulder.
Now my commentary: I did make constant use of my mirrors (see "bobblehead" advice above) and took things slowly, only pulling out and doing the other maneuvers when I was absolutely sure it was safe to do so. Because the geometry of my instructor's car is such that I couldn't actually see anything in the blind spot by doing that turn to look out the right side window, I used the back window (turning and looking over my left through the full range of the back window and left passenger seat window) AND used the right mirror AND allowed extra time watching that mirror. It is a fact that there was no one else (pedestrian, bike, or moving -- or even parked--car with someone in it) on the street behind me on the two events she failed me on.
Maybe this is all just the rationalization of a loser... but it is true that I am losing the will to live -- or at least the will to try to live a normal/active life in rural Britain. There are 3 or 4 busses a day through my village and they don't go where and when I need to go to take my son to his music lessons, to pick something up for dinner, to get myself or someone else to the hospital... they don't go to a church outside my village or to my book club, to the place where the pastoral care team meets, to the home of the person I provide pastoral care to, to my art class, to the library, or to other volunteer things I do outside my village. Taxis are hugely expensive and need to be booked a day in advance. Bicycling to the next village means 2 miles over a winding, hilly road with large, fast-moving lorries and no shoulder. If I don't pass on my fourth attempt, I can throw hundreds more pounds at the problem (more lessons and tests) with absolutely no assurance that it will do any good; become a housebound recluse, or move someplace where I can drive (the U.S.) or at least get around on foot or via public transit. As kind as my husband and everyone else is who has helped me get around since last June, I just can't stand being so "transit-needy". This is definitely not something I had figured in the equation of my life.