Being on the roads is just driving me a little crazy

But they also say we are 20 per cent safer in the long term. So ner ner. Personally I hate driving, I really do. It makes me grumpy and the problem is, it probably shows. The roads are full of stress-head drivers and when I encounter this kind of motorist I tend to get angry until I am on the verge of becoming some hideous sweary monster, full of rage.

I admit my skills (or lack of them) aren't the best. I'm no Lewis Hamilton, more Penelope Pitstop in the Wacky Races. So maybe I am a worse driver because of it.

I think it stems from day I started learning to drive. I wasn't great. Eleven months of lessons and four tests later (let's gloss over that though), I finally passed my test and was allowed to go it alone. Scary stuff. Personally I think word got round the test centre and the instructors didn't want to risk an hour of their lives with my nervy amateur hands at the wheel. And thank goodness there were no theory tests around then or I'd still be relying on Daddy Cabs to ferry me about.

But I'm not the worst of the worst. There are plenty of drivers on the roads that could do with some refresher lessons.

The Speed Demons, who like to weave in and out of traffic, and always seem to be in a hurry. I mean quite honestly what can be so important? Then there are the Miss Daisy's who pootle along like every day is a Sunday afternoon. The Dizzy Dolly girls, (you know the ones who have 'fake eyelashes' on their headlights. Seriously why? It's a car), they never seem to know where they are going.

The Bumper Chasers who are practically driving onto your back seat. The Boom Box Boys belting out Ibiza Club Classics from a subwoofer so big they can't fit anything else in the boot. Chavtastic. I could go on.

Okay, so when I drive anywhere with the man in my life, he clutches the seat pressing an imaginary brake pedal as if he were on some kind of white-knuckle ride. I can see why he might feel this way. I don't instill much confidence as I drive bolt upright with my nose pressed up against the windscreen. I like to concentrate, I get easily distracted.

And yes I've done some embarrassingly silly things. Like the time I drove home from a friend's house 15 miles on a flat tyre. I thought there was a funny noise, but I turned up the radio and made it home so it was all good. Then when I attempted some parallel parking. I got in the space okay, there was plenty of room. However, when I returned to my car it was shoe-horned in tightly between two others and I had to ask a kind passer-by to drive me out. Not forgetting the evening I left a shopping centre and drove round a roundabout. . . the wrong way. I was turning right and went the quick way, by accident. Yikes. Cringe.

Still, I take some comfort in the fact that I am not alone in my shameful antics on the road. After retelling some of my mortifying tales, one friend revealed she had driven down a dual carriageway the wrong way. So bad but brilliant! You know who you are.

But I'm no danger driver and I've not been caught speeding (yet) which is a little surprising really. I do get impatient, not to the extent that I'll be revving my car like I'm at a starting grid but I just hate driving. It makes me cross – it drives me mad. Maybe some anger management wouldn't be such a bad idea.

Read Lisa Williams first in the Weekend Shropshire Star