DH's progress on the driving front had stalled a bit, and I think his instructor isn't doing him any good - he's a bit of an old woman who tends to panic and not give DH the chance to think for himself about what he should be doing.
Suddenly, we have a legion of friends who are offering to help out. I dropped him and the car off with one couple this morning, and while the wife ferried me to and from my hair appointment (no more hair in my eyes - yay!), the husband took DH for a drive. They were both buzzing when they got back - it went really well, and DH got some proper practice in, dealt with some difficult situations (cyclists, little old ladies crossing the road in front of him, narrow country lanes) very efficiently with someone calm sitting beside him, and his confidence has increased exponentially.
Next weekend, the same friend has offered to take him out again before church on Sunday, and another friend is taking him out on Saturday. Since the pain in my leg is making it difficult for me to get in and out of cars at the moment, I'm hugely grateful to them - and it's doing DH so much good to have nice calm blokey friends helping him out.
We may not (yet) have been blessed with children, but over the last week I've really been appreciating more and more how blessed we are with our lovely friends.