Which would have been okay but for a couple of things.
As soon as we got on the motorway I started the CD. Half an hour later when we'd reached the end of lesson 1 I was a tense quivering wreck, who'd taken to asking the 'Voice' to repeat himself and panicking when a motorbike roared past, and Husband was blaming the rush hour traffic for his failure to concentrate. We repeated lesson 1 again after the Severn bridge.
On the return journey we couldn't face lesson 2 until after the bridge - by which time I'd had a little nap and pulled myself together.
The other problem was that we should have started learning Italian about a year ago and not the day before we're due to meet Girlfriend's parents and brother for the first time. There're only so many times you can ask, 'Lay com estar?' (my phonetic spelling of how are you) in the course of one conversation. Although 'Eo non capisco Italiano' (I don't understand Italian) was more useful.
Still all was well while Girlfriend was there to translate; there were awkward silences when she left the room ...
But we all enjoyed a meal at Topo Gigio's
on Saturday and my cheesecake went down very well as our Sunday dinner dessert. I'd planned to serve a traditional British Sunday dinner of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding except I forgot the Yorkshire pudding! I didn't remember until I was dishing up. How stupid is that? I couldn't believe it when I realised. Plonker.
I've also discovered my inability to speak Italian without gesticulating.