I drove on the wrong side of the road.

It wasn't in Belfast, it was in Ballyboughal a few days back. We went out in the morning (a quiet morning, thank goodness), I turned out of the driveway of our B&B and began driving on the right side of the road. Right as in the opposite of left, right not as in correct, right as if I were driving a car on another continent altogether. One would think that this may have felt a bit strange, seeing as the steering wheel is on the right (not left) side of the car. I felt nothing of the sort. In fact, I drove this way for 5 minutes or so. (Once again, thank goodness it was a quiet morning.) It was not until we hit a stretch of road of some significant legnth that I saw a car coming at me in what I had thought to be my lane. I will stress that it was some distance away, and we were by no means in any danger. First confusion ran over me, then the realization of what I was doing, and finally the oh shit I'm driving on the wrong side of the road and need to get into my own lane. My mother didn't even notice it. Apparently there is more than one reason why I am doing all of the driving.