I’m 56 years old and just redid my licence test… it did not go well

In 1985, having just turned 18, I went for my driver’s licence test. I’d completed the mandatory lessons (six, from a professional instructor), spent countless hours behind the wheel of Mum’s Datsun 1200 (manual, and a fetching shade of duck egg blue), and was, according to my mother, ready to go.